"Oh, oh!" groaned the poor woman over and over with a kind of savage
chant. "Oh, oh! I'm punished now."
Rolling the skirt into a bundle she turned her face from Sunrise Camp
and disappeared in the pine forests.
About an hour after Mrs. Lupo had left the camp, the doctor heard the
noise of hurrying footsteps on the gallery at the front and hastening
downstairs he found Ben Austen and his guide.
"Miss Campbell--how has she stood it? Is she all right?" demanded Ben
breathlessly.
"Not so loud," answered the doctor. Then he told Ben in a few words what
had happened. "She doesn't even know you have been lost," he said.
While the two men were talking together in whispers, the girl looked
about her with much curiosity. Was she in a palace? The high roof, the
rugs and chairs were things new to her. And this was called a "camp"!
What was the inside of a real house like, she wondered.
"That virago!" she heard Ben say. "No wonder she drives Lupo to drink.
This young lady here has saved us all and guided me back through the
swamp." He indicated the barefooted girl. "I suppose we would have been
there yet if she hadn't heard us call."
"You must sit down," said the doctor kindly. "I'll just have a look at
my patient and then help this young man get some supper. Your name
is--?"
"Phoebe," she answered, shrinking with shyness.
"Phoebe what?"
"I have no other name."
Phoebe had been accustomed all her life to the courtesy and gentleness
of one man, her father. The few others she had known were rough
mountaineers, and here was she, barefooted and ragged, treated like a
princess by two men.
While the doctor fried ham and eggs, the staple of every camp, Ben made
a pot of tea, and presently drew up a table in front of her and placed
on it a tray set as neatly as he knew how. Phoebe watched the
proceedings with wide frightened eyes. She tried to hide her bare feet
under her ragged dress and to draw down the sleeves over her hands,
brown and stained with blackberry juice. Later, when they had made her a
bed on one of the divans and left her to sleep until daylight, she was
too bewildered to say good-night.
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