"Goodness," exclaimed Lizzie, "I must have dozed off for a minute!"
In the laughter that followed, Levine started the car homeward.
During the trip, the story was told of Lydia's mishap, Billy and Lydia interpolating each other in the telling. Amos shook hands with Billy silently when they had finished and Levine turned round from the wheel to say,
"I'll not forget this night's work, Bill."
They reached home at daylight. The Celebration made table talk and newspaper space for several days. No real attempt was made to punish the Indians. For once, the whites, moved by a sense of tardy and inadequate justice, withheld their hands.
Kent never ceased to mourn that he had missed the affair. He confided the fact to Lydia one Sunday that he had told Levine of their eavesdropping on him in the woods.
"What did he say?" asked Lydia, flushing.
"Gave me this nice fat job," replied Kent.
Lydia stared, then she sighed. "Well, I don't understand men at all!"
And Kent laughed.