Colonel Baxter slept in the guest room instead of going to his own chamber. He had promised Bet to stay near her. She waked him early the next morning.
"I'm going to school after all, Dad! I've had a good night's rest and feel fine," she announced.
"That sounds like my Bet!"
"And Dad, I forgot to tell you. On Saturday just before we found the fan in Hermit's Hut, Shirley set her camera for a wild animal picture. You see we planned on going back there Sunday and getting it. It's still there."
"I'll get it today. I have an idea that Chief Baldwin and I will take a trip out there and look over the ground. I'll get the camera."
Bet spoke earnestly: "Don't try to find out who stole the fan, Daddy! Let the matter drop."
"Why?"
"Daddy, it might be someone we liked and trusted and if it was, we'd—we'd—well life wouldn't be so good after that. Let's drop it! Say yes!"
Bet's father straightened up in bed and took the face of his daughter between his two hands.
"I see that you are still troubled. There is someone you fear has been false. Is that it? Some friend?"