"I wonder where I am going?" she thought. "Perhaps this river runs into a dangerous rapid. I have always heard that Maine waters are full of surprises."
"At any rate, this is lovely," she went on musingly, "and, somehow, I feel that I will get back to camp before nightfall."
The water was as smooth as glass, and in the sunshine that every moment became more insistant, Dorothy, in her linen dress, paddled away with all the skill she had acquired in dear old Glenwood School lake. She had discarded the nurse's cap, and the coat, and as her own suit was beneath the linen, she was only waiting for an opportunity to discard the skirt.
"It pulls," she thought. "I might as well drop it now."
At this she stood up in the canoe very cautiously, and with one move of her hand dropped the skirt into the bottom of the boat. "There, that's more like paddling," she thought.
Adjusting herself again, she picked up the blade and plied it through the clear water.
Suddenly the report of a gun startled her! Was it at her that the shot had been fired?
Glancing over at the bank she saw something fall.
Could some person have been shot? The season for shooting was not opened, but perhaps——
Then her alarm subsided. A man, who looked like an Indian, or a lumberman, was pulling at something—it was a beautiful young deer!