A scream burst in their midst, so close to them that even the stolid Major White jumped. All wheeled about with rifles ready.
Naomi Madison had raised herself to a sitting position. Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes wild. She screamed a second time and then fainted again.
"Shut up!" yelled Orman, frantically, his nerves on edge; but she did not hear him.
"If you'll have our tent set up, I'll get her to bed," suggested Rhonda.
Cars, horsemen, black men afoot were crowding into the clearing. No one wished to be left back there in the forest. All was confusion.
Major White, with the assistance of Bill West, tried to restore order from chaos; and when Pat O'Grady came in, he helped.
At last camp was made. Blacks, whites, and horses were crowded close together, the blacks on one side, the whites on the other.
"If the wind changes," remarked Rhonda Terry, "we're sunk."
"What a mess," groaned Baine, "and I thought this was going to be a lovely outing. I was so afraid I wasn't going to get the part that I was almost sick."
"Now you're sick because you did get it."