"Ask us another nice, easy question, Martha," Eric Lawton demanded teasingly, "only do wait until we have partaken of refreshments. I won't feel equal to answering until then."
"Perhaps you need not trouble to reply, Eric. None of us need struggle to win the award. I told you that Via and I beheld an Indian youth searching for something near the magic lake at the foot of the ravine where the arrow fell. It may be he was 'White Heart,' the reincarnation of Lina's legend, who has returned to look for the lost arrow. In that case I think it our duty to return the silver arrow to him," Jeanette Colter remarked.
"You must have been dreaming, Jeanette, you and Via," Lina remonstrated. "I read you a legend out of a book; such improbable things do not occur in real life."
Jeanette's eyebrows met together in the fashion that revealed either unusual feeling on her part or else an idea that must be given serious thought.
"Nonsense, Lina, it is in real life where improbable things do take place, otherwise no one would know how to write of them.
"So far as the silver arrow is concerned, I think it might be a good thing for us all to surrender the mysterious arrow to its owner. Any unusual display of courage by one of us might have disastrous consequences. I agree with Martha, however, we must decide whether the silver arrow is the prize for physical or moral courage. My own idea is we should ask for both."
"Oh, Jeanette, do please let us talk of something more frivolous, it is such a perfect summer afternoon," one of the other girls protested. "I don't know what has happened to you, but of late you seem so changed."
"Hope I have changed for the better," Jeanette answered lightly, though her cheeks flushed.