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Jackson had been taken to task by those above him in the educational department for not being able to find out who had cut the wires. Smarting under this censure, he had determined to fix the blame at an early date at all costs, and when the opportunity came of fastening a suspicion onto Hinpoha he had seized it eagerly, and intended to publish far and wide that he had found the guilty one.
All the rest were there; the Captain, Slim, the Bottomless Pitt, Munson McKee, popularly known as the Monkey, Dan Porter and Peter Jenkins, all ready for the time of their lives. The Winnebagos were also six in number: Gladys, Hinpoha, Sahwah, Migwan, Katherine and Nakwisi. Last but not least of the campers was Sandhelo, the "symbolic" donkey.
"There was another man, too," she announced, with a don't-you-wish-you'd-waited air, "but I won't tell you about him now. He was awfully queer, too; he was there twice, and once he was dark and once he was light!" "How do you know it was the same one?" inquired Gladys curiously. "Because it was," replied Hinpoha knowingly. "Maybe he faded," suggested Sahwah, giggling again.
The bathers watched his descent in fascinated silence. They feared to shout at him and so make him miss his step. "Doesn't it remind you of that piece in the Fourth Reader about the mule?" said Hinpoha. "The one that goes: 'And near him a mule bell came tinkling Midway on the Paso del Mar. I forgot how it begins." "Oh, you mean 'The Fight of the Paso del Mar," said Migwan.
Hinpoha straightened up. "Girls," she said solemnly, "coming shadows cast their events before, I mean, coming events cast their shadows before. Where there's honey you'll find bees, and where there's apples you'll find trees. The famine is over, and now for the feast." She led the way down the road with Chapa and Medmangi on either side.
Hinpoha shivered involuntarily as they started off. "You really should have brought your sweater along," said the Captain. "Here, spread this tarpaulin over you, it'll keep you warm a little." Hinpoha declared she wasn't very cold, but, nevertheless, she availed herself of the protection the tarpaulin afforded and was glad to have it.
"Let's not argue over it," said Gladys hastily. "We're getting as bad as the twins. We started the business, so let's be game and not let the boys hear us say anything about the skirts." "All right," said Sahwah, and the subject was dropped. "What's this?" asked Hinpoha, as they came to the top of the hill. "A piece of paper tacked to a tree," said Sahwah. "What does it say?"
Only for a minute it lasted, and then she was herself again and the sunshine struck into her eyes with intolerable splendor. She shook herself slightly and turned her attention to Hinpoha, who was speaking. "Wouldn't it be dreadful if Veronica were to be interned?" Hinpoha was saying. "Veronica won't be interned," said Sahwah with an air of authority.
Then, realizing that she was contradicting herself and getting more involved all the time, she gave it up in despair and sat silent and miserable. Nyoda's expression of amazement and concern was an added torture. "You admit, then, that you were in the electric room twice on Thursday afternoon, doing something which you cannot explain?" said Mr. Jackson, slowly. Hinpoha nodded, mutely.
She promptly ordered him to stay in bed and set herself to the task of breaking up the cold. Hinpoha wandered around distracted all day. "It was my fault, all my fault," she wailed. "If I had only had sense enough to take my sweater he wouldn't have made me take his coat. Is he very sick, Aunt Clara?" By night the Captain was very much worse.
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