"As if you hadn't done a lot more for me already than I'll ever be able to repay!" said Bessie. "And I know it, too. Please be sure of that. Good-night." "Good-night, Bessie." In the morning Bessie and Zara woke with the sun shining in their faces, and for a long minute they lay quiet, staring out at the dancing water, and trying to realize all that happened since they had said good-bye to Hedgeville. "Just think, Zara, it's only the day before yesterday that all those things happened, and it seems like ever so long to me." "It does to me, too, Bessie. But I'll be glad when we get away from here. It's awfully close." "And, Zara, Jake Hoover was around here last night!" "Does he know you're here? Was that why he came?" "No," said Bessie, laughing again at the memory of the ghost. And she told Zara what had happened. "He won't come around again at night, but it would be just like him to snoop around here in the daytime, Bessie." "I hadn't thought of that, Zara. But he might. If he stops to think and realizes that someone turned his own trick against him, or if he tells someone, and they laugh at him, he'll want to get even. I'd certainly hate to have him see one of us." But their fears were groundless. For, as soon as breakfast was over, Wanaka called all the girls together. "We're going to move," she said. "I know we meant to stay here longer, but Bessie and Zara will be happier if we're somewhere else. So we will go on to-day, instead of waiting. And I've a pleasant surprise for you, too, I think. No, I won't tell you about it now. You'll have to wait until you see it. Hurry up and clean camp now, and begin packing. We want to start as soon as we can." Bessie was amazed to see how complete the arrangements for packing were. Everything seemed to have its place, and to be so made that it could go into the smallest space imaginable. The tents were taken down, divided into single sections that were not at all heavy, and everything else had been made on the same plan. "But how about the canoes?" asked Bessie. "We can't carry those with us, can we?" "I've often carried one over a portage--a short walk from one lake to the next in the woods," said Minnehaha, laughing. "It's a lot easier than it looks. Once you get it on your back, it balances so easily that it isn't hard at all. And up in the woods the guides have boats that they carry that way for miles, and they say they're easier to handle than a heavy pack. But those boats are very light." "But we'll leave them here, anyhow," said another girl. "They don't belong to us. They were just lent to us by some people from the city who come here to camp every summer. They own this land, too, and they let us use it."