"Think I want to plunge into that cold water and rescue you ?" "Do you think I am simple enough to fall in ?" demanded Emma indignantly.
"Yes, and as often as I could pull you out.

Then again, you would lose yourself listening to the voices of nature and get into a fine, wet mess.

That nature stuff makes me weary." Emma did not paddle the canoe that day, nor did any of the others express a desire to do so.

They saw no more of the Indian that day, and that night the girls spread their blankets in the tepee.
"We must have a fire in here for the sake of cheerfulness," urged Anne.
"Yes.

And burn ourselves up," objected Emma.
"There should be no danger unless we roll into the fire in our sleep," answered Miss Briggs.
A small fire was kindled in the tepee, and, for a long time after they had gone in for the night, the Overland girls sat with feet doubled under them, enjoying the novel sensation of having for their use a real Indian tepee, and listening to Joe Shafto relate some of her experiences in the Big North Woods.
The conversation was interrupted by Henry who poked his nose into the tepee and sniffed the air inquisitively.