The Girl Scouts at Camp Comalong Part 21

"Perhaps," said Grace doubtfully. She dipped her paddle and they started back, but her usually radiant face wore a look of perplexity.

The lake was alive with craft now, many bathers taking to their boats before "going in," as the swim was popularly termed. Canoes, rowboats, launches and every sort of water vehicle was in evidence, ingenuity outdoing itself in the samples of boyish workmanship displayed.

There was the "Captain Kidd," a big, flat-bottomed rowboat with sails striped in black and red. This was the property of Benny and his friends, and perhaps attracted as much and more favorable attention than the glistening mahogany "Amerik" that cost its owner a fabulous sum, and was known as a masterpiece in its line.

"There really is a lot more to see on a lake than on the ocean,"

remarked Julia, in spite of the inattention of Grace. "I like it so much better up here than down at the sh.o.r.e."

"I do, too," agreed Grace, giving a mighty tug to pull the "Flash" up on sh.o.r.e. "But there's one thing we miss--we can't come in on a surfboard here. I just love that sport."

"But we couldn't canoe on the ocean, either," Julia qualified.

"Oh, yes, we could. I did--once in a while, and it was simply wonderful. Here are the girls! They couldn't wait for their mail."

In bathing suits, ready and waiting for Miss Mackin, the Bobbies were now at the swimming pier.

"Mail?" they cried out.

"Bushels," called back Grace.

"But we ought not to open it here," said Julia, hiding Corene's pet letter behind her. "You know the hotels positively refuse to allow anyone to take mail until it is sorted in the office."

"Bunk," declared Isabel, more forcibly than elegantly. "Guve me that mailsky!"

"Here it is," agreed Grace, "and please wait for us. You got ahead of us in your suits but we will make up for it in the swims. Come along, Julia. Let's try out some of that perfect day stuff you have been preaching about."

And it proved all that had been forecast for it. So ideal were conditions that Miss Mackin agreed to having her girls try out some of the tests for Water Sport Day, an event planned to take place later in the season, and looked forward to with keenest antic.i.p.ation.

The Norms were with the Bobbies, and together they practiced, and invented stroke variations, eager to show skill in the water sports and to win awards for that line of efficiency.

Isabel proved to be the best long distance "floater" and her weight, which was something more than that of her companions, was credited with the advantage. Grace was more daring than any of the others, and kept the Norms and Miss Mackin busy shouting warnings to her. Louise had a very reliable, even, clean-cut stroke, and could cover a distance and come out "without a puff," as Cleo described her serenity, while Cleo could dash, and sprint, and "get there" on "shorts" perhaps a little more surely than the others could.

So it seemed each might find her particular character in the water comedy, and the morning was not half long enough to put the popular drill through all the paces invented.

Julia and Louise were on sh.o.r.e resting a few moments when the latter caught sight of something particularly striking in the way of a figure, posed on the springboard.

"Look!" she motioned Julia. "It's the Buzzers."

"Sure enough. Wherever do they get their outfits? Imagine, crocodile green?"

"Are they green? Isn't it frogs?" laughed Louise. "At any rate that bathing suit is green enough to include all samples."

The figure thus criticised sprang off the board now, and was lost in the lake for a few moments. Then it reappeared on the surface and made for sh.o.r.e.

"There's the sister," said Grace, who had joined the spectators. "How do you like that geranium? The green would go beautifully with it under gla.s.s."

"Not jealous, are we?" questioned Cleo, glancing at the simple jersey suits worn by her companions.

"No, indeed," replied Julia. "I should hate to try to swim under those colors. But who is that they are talking to? Looks like Peg!"

"It is. I thought first it was a boy, she has no cap on and her hair is so slick. I wonder if they really know her?" queried Grace.

"They don't have to know anyone; we ought to understand that. Now, we must pa.s.s them on the way up the rock. There's Mackey whistling. Let's go."

"It will look as if we walked by them purposely," Louise hesitated.

"Oh, no it won't. We have to take that path, besides, why shouldn't we speak to Peg?" asked Cleo. She did not know Grace had received the letter with its plea for discontinuing the friendly relationship.

"All right, come along. We may as well have it over with. They are sure to say something sarcastic," Julia raced on ahead, so whatever might be said would not be aimed directly at her.

But for once the inquisitive two did not heed pa.s.sersby. Neither did Peg appear to see the Scouts, for she and the two flashily dressed ones were talking in such an excited manner, their remarks, in part at least, could be easily overheard.

"Now, remember, we have warned you," said one, her voice sharp and imperative.

"I have no reason to fear anything of the kind," Peg retorted. She stood close to the little path leading from the lake to the woodland road, and along this the bathers had to pa.s.s to reach the camp grounds. Her suit was dark blue jersey, she wore no socks but looked only a little girl, or even a boy, with her closely cut, straight hair and no bathing cap. As they pa.s.sed along each Scout was conscious there was a certain strength and individuality so simply outlined in the appearance of the oblivious bather.

"We promised daddy we would speak to you," said the other girl, she in the geranium outfit, "otherwise we wouldn't do so. I can tell you we are not anxious to be seen----"

These s.n.a.t.c.hes had been heard piecemeal, as the Scouts came and went past the spot where the conversation was being held, but when it was all put together a short time later the total seemed to imply that these girls were somehow threatening Peg.

"Another reason why I am determined to stand by her," insisted Grace.

She had pa.s.sed the letter around for inspection and all agreed Peg was trying to hide some real trouble, or perhaps some "living sorrow," as Corene expressed the possibility.

"But I wouldn't send her any more cake, if I were you, Grace," advised Corene. "One doesn't like to have things forced upon them."

"I don't intend to; in fact there isn't any more nor likely to be, unless we get another food shower. I took a spoon for the crumbs from my box at noon," Grace loved cake, even the crumby kind.

"Why didn't you try a straw?" teased Louise. "Or if you had asked me I would have given you a real cookie! I have three left."

"Do you know, Bobbies," asked Isabel suddenly, "we are supposed to make a sun dial to-day? And the stake is all ready. See it waiting over there?"

"We do, we do, and I have first shot!" Grace sprang up to outline the circle in which the shaft was to be erected as a sun dial.

"It must be exactly there," directed Cleo. Grace had it exactly somewhere else.

"We have to try it and the sun is just right now for a life-sized shadow," insisted Grace. "Here, help me dig the hole, someone. I want to catch the two o'clock sun."

Miss Mackin, who had been in the tent, came out to oversee this experiment.

Willing hands soon had the shaft erected; then the pegs which were all ready laid out to be driven in at the end of the shadow for every hour, as that hour came around, were arranged in a relative position.

"Do we have to stay up all night to finish it?" asked Helen, innocently.

This brought forth a wild shout.

"The moon doesn't overlap the sun, Nellie dear," answered Cleo. "We will probably leave off picket duty when the sun gets behind that hill."

Peg number two was driven in at exactly two o'clock, and the shadow was so clearly outlined everyone thought this an ideal method of keeping time; but later the shadows were shifty, and only an amount of patience and much running back and forth put the three most important hours of the afternoon in the dial.