As Mollie was never under any circumstances expected to act as people
thought she should act, so this occasion was no exception to the rule. She
pushed Amy and Grace aside, glared at Betty, and sat up with a little
jerk.
"For goodness' sake, stop undressing me, Betty Nelson!" she said. "I'm not
dead yet."
"So we see," said Betty, while her eyes lost their anxious expression and
began to twinkle instead. "But you might have been, you know, if we had
left you to yourself."
Mollie looked down at her dripping clothes ruefully and then out at the
rushing water.
"I guess you are right," she said with a little grimace. "It wasn't very
pleasant while it lasted, either. Whew, but that water was cold!" She
shivered involuntarily and Betty sprang to her feet.
"We had better be getting back to the lodge," she said. "You can put on
some dry things, Mollie, and we girls will get you some hot soup. You are
chilled to the bone."
"Nonsense," denied Mollie grumpily. "I'm beginning to feel fine and warm.
Besides," she added, trying to cover a chill that fairly made her teeth
ache, "I want to stay and find out about that thing that got us into all
this fuss."
"Nonsense," Grace put in. Up to this time Grace had been made speechless
by Mollie's sudden recovery. "You are shivering so you can't sit still."
"It makes me cold just to look at you," added Amy.
"Don't be foolish, honey," said Betty impatiently. "You can't sit there
all day in dripping clothes, and besides you will really get cold."
"Humph," grunted Mollie, getting to her feet rather unsteadily and shaking
out her sodden skirts. "I guess this isn't the first time I have taken a
dip in cold water. And besides," she added impatiently: "I don't know
about you girls, but I would like to know just what that thing was that we
saw dart beneath the falls."
"That was what made you fall into the water, wasn't it?" asked Betty, her
forehead wrinkling thoughtfully. "You leaned so far out to see--"
"Yes, yes," Mollie interrupted impatiently, all her curiosity revived.
"That was what made me fall into the water all right. But what I want to
know is--what was it?"
"I don't know," said Betty, shaking her head. "I didn't see it."
"Neither did I," Grace added.
Mollie looked from one to the other of them open-mouthed. Then she turned
to Amy.
"You saw it, didn't you?" she asked. "You screamed, you know."
"Yes," said Amy, nodding her head very solemnly. "And it looked to me a
lot like what we saw last night."
"Thank goodness, you saw it too or the girls would surely think I had been
dreaming or was crazy," said Mollie, with relief. Then she suddenly turned
and started off into the woods. "I'm going all alone to find out what that
was," she told her stupefied chums. "I've got to clear up the mystery
before I'm an hour older."
But this time Mollie found that there was some one stronger than she, and
that was Betty. The Little Captain ran after her and brought her back,
protesting but captive.
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