"Now, Tommy, don't you see that the girls do not wish to talk to you? Don't intrude," remonstrated Harriet.
"Thank you," mocked Cora. "I am glad you have found your tongue at last. I had begun to think that you said all you had to say at the Council Fire this evening."
"No, not all," answered Harriet significantly. The two girls gave her a quick, sharp look.
"What do you mean?" questioned Patricia, taking a step nearer.
"I had not intended to say anything about it this evening. However, as long as you have started the conversation in that direction, I will, but I will say what I have to say to Miss Kidder," replied Harriet steadily.
Harriet turned to her cot. From beneath, the blankets she drew out the towel and stepping over handed it to Cora.
"What is this?"
"Your towel, I believe."
"My towel? What are you doing with it?" demanded the girl, fixing an angry look upon the calm face of Harriet Burrell.
"It is the towel you bound about my head last night when you helped to kidnap me and take me to the pool where I took my midnight initiation," answered Harriet, looking the girl straight in the eyes.