Miss Everett uttered an ear-piercing shriek and sprang up, to run madly from the spot. Frank burst into laughter. "How brave! Such nerve! My, my! we'll none of us ever be afraid again----" They all pitched upon the joker, and Mrs. Havel had to come to her rescue with the reminder that time was flying. "If you want to show the boys that you are really fit to camp out alone, get to work!" she commanded. The next hour was a busy one for the Go-Aheads. But how much more handily they went about the striking of the tents than they had about raising them two months before! Life in the open had really done wonders for the girls from Denton. They knew how to do things that they had never dreamed of doing at home. Most of them had learned how to swing an axe, although the boys had faithfully paid their forfeit by cutting the firewood for Green Knoll Camp all summer. The girls could use a hammer, too, and tie workman-like knots, and do a host of other things that had never come into their lives before. "It is well to be sufficient unto one's self," Mrs. Havel told them. "A girl cannot always expect to find a boy at her beck and call. It is nice to be waited on by the male sex--and it is good for boys to learn to attend properly upon their girl friends; it is better, however, to know how to accept favors gracefully from our boy friends, and yet not really _need_ their assistance." So Green Knoll Camp presented a very orderly appearance when the boys and Professor Skillings appeared ahead of the bateau that was to take all their goods and chattels back to their home town. "Goodness! aren't you girls smart?" cried Dave Shepard, the first ashore. "Are you _all_ ready?" "Every bit," declared Wyn. "Then we can get off in the _Go-Ahead_ at once?" "Right," declared Frank, laughing. "And as soon as you can teach Wyn and me how to manage the motor boat, we girls sha'n't need you boys at all." "A fine lot of suffragettes you are going to make," growled Dave. "No; we'll never be 'suffering-cats,' Davie," returned Frank, laughing. "We don't need to. Let us alone for being able to get the best of you Busters whenever we want to." "Isn't she right?" cried Ferdinand Roberts, admiringly. "You can't beat 'em!" "No, you can't," snarled Tubby Blaisdell, very puffy about his face, and with a wry smile. "They even get the goats to help 'em." "They got your goat, old man," said Dave, chuckling, "that's sure. But you blame them for a crime they did not commit, I believe. Remember how many times you have tried to trick _them_?" "Huh!" snorted the fat youth. "Did I ever succeed?" "I hope," said Mrs. Havel, breaking in upon this "give and take" conversation, "that your parents will not blame me if you all appear--both girls and boys--to have lost your good manners here in the woods. Do simmer down. Remember, you return to civilization to-day." "Oh, dear! don't remind us--don't, dear Mrs. Havel," cried Frank.