“For the boys,” added Mabel.
“I don’t see—” began Natalie, when the woods echoed to a weird yell.
“Oh!” screamed all the girls at once, and even Mrs. Bonnell clutched the arm of Mabel who was next to her.
“The boys are here, O maidens of the camp fire!” came in hollow tones from the ring of darkness surrounding the blaze. “Answer to your names!”
And some one called:
“Wa-tu-go-mo!”
“Here,” answered Marie, with a sigh of relief.
“Wep-da-se-nah!”
“Present,” murmured Mabel.
“No-moh-te-nah!”