"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Crazy Helen, slapping her knees.
Ugh! it wasn't exactly pleasant here; but sleep I would not; no, no, I would not. I would just sit up and take care of Karl, but oh, how unspeakably tired I was!
"Shall I dance a little for you?" asked Crazy Helen.
"Oh, no!" I answered.
Ugh! That would be horrible. On the lawn at Goodfields where, laughing and joking, we all sat around together and watched Helen dance, it was very jolly, but it wouldn't be so in the least here in the dark forest, and alone with her. But if you'll believe it, she began to dance, notwithstanding—such a queer dance!
She whirled herself about, hopped off slant-wise, then whirled again like a spinning top, while the trees sighed in the wind, and the bright, clear stars looked down on the little space before the hut and on Crazy Helen dancing.
Never in my life had I seen anything so queer, so weird.
"Ho! Heigho!" she sang, as she spun round and round.
"Hi! Halloa!" some one answered from the forest.
I sprang up. "Halloa!" I shouted. It must be some one from Goodfields, some one who was trying to find us, oh, thank God!