the water's edge while she carefully examined his cut.

"I ought to help, Mollie," her sister suggested faintly, but Mollie
shook her head and the young man appeared grateful. "I don't mind blood
and you do, Polly," she returned, "besides if anybody is to help I would
rather have Esther. I am afraid, if you don't mind, I have got to cut
your hair away, it is already so matted with blood."

To almost any suggestion the patient would have agreed, since he had but
one desire now, and that to get away from the strange girls about whom
he had been so curious an hour before.

Mollie cheerfully snipped away several locks of his hair covering a
space about as large as a dollar. The cut she discovered was deeper
than she had expected and, as it was still bleeding profusely, she next
called Esther for advice. Very carefully then the two girls washed out
the cut with clean water and then Mollie, finding a flat stone, made a
pad by wrapping it a number of times with gauze. This she placed over
the wound, binding the young man's head, Esther assisting in making the
bandage as tight as he could endure.

All this time Polly, with Betty's hand firmly clutching hers, had stood
quietly looking on at the scene. She was feeling penitent and ashamed,
and yet her Irish sense of humor made her a little bit amused as well.
Mollie was so entirely unconscious, but she did seem to be intensely
enjoying her first opportunity to prove herself a worthy Camp Fire Girl.

Perhaps the young man vaguely felt Polly's amusement, although he did
not look at her and certainly did not give her the satisfaction of
knowing whether or not she had been forgiven. But he managed to thank