“That’s another poser.”
For a brief space the two stared at each other in amazement.
“Who handcuffed us together?” pursued Dell.
“You’ll have to ask me something easier,” said the scout. “If I believed in witches, I should say that they had been exceedingly busy last night.”
“This—this is awful!” breathed Dell. “Let us think. My brain seems all in a whirl. If we take a little time to think, perhaps we can arrive at some solution of the mystery.”
They took time; and, finally, the scout began to voice the result of his mental labor.
“You remember the spring,” said he, “and the peculiar taste of the water?”
“Yes, yes!” returned the girl eagerly.
“That spring must have been drugged with some peculiar loco-weed. I can remember saying crazy things, and trying to stop myself and talk sense, shortly after we had taken a drink at the pool.”