One Camp Fire law, that there was no escaping, was that the girls were
not to spend but fifteen minutes in bathing. Really it hardly seemed
like half that time before the four girls were once again on land
getting into their bathing gowns which had been left hanging on a willow
tree nearby. They were to dress later on in their tent, so they were
hardly on shore more than a few moments, but even in that short space of
time a noise a few yards away startled them. The four girls turned
indignantly. In the entire week of their stay in camp they had not been
disturbed by a single intruder. Sunrise Hill, with its tall pines--the
emblem of the Camp Fire--its wooded lake for fishing, bathing and
canoeing, and its utter seclusion, had seemed, after several weeks of
careful search in the neighborhood about Woodford, the ideal place for
the girls' summer camp. So far not even a friend, man or woman, had been
allowed to visit them, because the camp was to be in running order
before they received any outside criticism.
Now a young fellow of perhaps sixteen stood only a short distance off
from the lake with an expression of superior amusement on his face. He
was a country boy, for he wore no hat and his hair was burnt to a light
straw color at the ends, his skin was almost bronze.
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