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Updated: July 10, 2025
We've been hunting all over camp for you. You're elected most popular camper! You've won the Buffalo Robe! Oh, Agony, you've won the Buffalo Robe!" It was Oh-Pshaw who was speaking, and she cast herself on her twin's neck and kissed her rapturously. Agony stood very still on the steps, looking in a dazed sort of way from one to the other of the faces around her. "Oh, Agony, don't you understand?
Oh-Pshaw amended her vocal efforts so that the results were not fatal, and the historical First Edition of the Stars and Stripes proceeded without further mishap. "Where's the flag I'm to hold up when it's done?" demanded Betsy. "Who brought the flag along?" asked Nyoda. The spinet suddenly clapped a hand to her brow. "I left it on the porch at Carver House!" she exclaimed.
"No," replied the girl in a high, piping voice, and Oh-Pshaw recognized her as the dweller in Avernus who had come over that first day and asked them how to make her bed. Carmen Chadwick, they had found out her name was. "I'm afraid of the water," continued Carmen. "Mamma never let me go in at home. She doesn't think it's quite ladylike for girls to swim." Oh-Pshaw smiled in spite of herself.
"In Syria," declared Oh-Pshaw. "Asia," promptly answered Gladys. "Turkey," said Katherine, somewhat doubtfully, and "Persia," said Agony in the same breath. Then they all looked at each other a little sheepishly. "The extent to which I don't know geography," remarked Sahwah, "is something appalling."
By and by Sahwah looked around and missed her. "Where's Oh-Pshaw?" she asked. "I don't know," replied Hinpoha, noticing for the first time that she was no longer in the tent. "She was here a minute ago." "She'd better run and hide," sputtered Agony, still vindictive in her wounded pride.
It gave Sahwah the shivers, that ever lengthening red stream; she averted her eyes and held on grimly, trying to calculate how long it would take Oh-Pshaw to bring help. Then a new danger arose. The wrecked machine began to tilt and settle and finally with a sickening lurch went down under Sahwah, dragging her and her unconscious burden into the depths of the Devil's Punch Bowl.
She pressed her hands tightly over the wound as Sahwah had showed her, and tried to close her ears to the gurgling. But the old terror had her by the throat, suffocating her, paralyzing her hands. They dropped uselessly at her sides; she crouched limp and panting and nerveless beside the helpless man. Then, for the first time in her life Oh-Pshaw began to fight the fear.
"You run and get help, I'll stay here with him," said Oh-Pshaw, looking fearfully around her at the shadows which were lengthening in the gully. There were no lingering sunsets in the Devil's Punch Bowl; night fell swiftly as the dropping of a curtain when the sun got behind the great cliff on the western side.
"Are you ready to be a Torch Bearer, too?" she asked. "Oh, no," replied Oh-Pshaw modestly. "I'm not worthy to be called a Torch Bearer. I'm not a born leader, like Agony is." There was a world of unexpressed longing in her voice. Nyoda thought seriously about the matter.
Moon rose over the trees and accomplished the difficult feat of holding the stool still and beaming at the same time with a fair degree of success, and the rehearsal began. "Oh-Pshaw, you're forgetting to salute!" called Nyoda when Second Soldier had finished his speech. "There, that's all right, now don't forget to do it the next time.
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