sketching portfolio, because everyone would think he would try to escape.  So he had disguised himself as a foreign laborer and joined a gang that was paving the street, the last place where anyone would look for him, and he would probably never have been discovered if he had not run down the goat that had discovered his secret in the first place.  Even then, no one would ever have looked for Waldemar von Oldenbach in the person of that swarthy, unkempt laborer, if it had not been for the sharp eyes of Sahwah the Sunfish, who noticed everything, and never forgot anything she saw.  Her remembering the peculiar gesture of the artist had been his undoing.

Sahwah was once more the heroine of the Winnebagos.  “How did you ever do it?” said Hinpoha enviously.

“Oh, I just noticed it,” replied Sahwah without laying any claim whatever to detective ability.  Sahwah’s ability to talk about her achievements was as short as her power to think and act was long.

When Agent Sanders came to Oakwood to take the artist away with him he asked to see the Winnebagos and complimented them all highly upon the help they had given in catching the wily lieutenant, von Oldenbach.  “I wish to express the thanks of the government,” he said formally, “in consequence of the distinguished service rendered your country——­”

Sahwah giggled out loud, and Agent Sanders paused and looked at her with an inquiring expression.

“That’s just what Nyoda said to Kaiser Bill!” said Sahwah, with another giggle.  Then they all laughed, and the Winnebagos discovered that Agent Sanders’ eyes were as kindly as they were sharp.

The Winnebagos held a jubilee that night on the Council Rock with Nyoda.  She was going back to St. Margaret’s in a few days because Sherry would be in the hospital for some time yet and she wanted to be with him until he was well, so the visit of the Winnebagos to Carver House had come to a close.  Lieutenant Allison had been taken back to his camp that afternoon, right after he had seen and identified Lieutenant von Oldenbach.  He still wore Sahwah’s picture around his neck when he left, but it was now inclosed in Sahwah’s own locket, and there was a fresh entry in his address book, as there was also in Sahwah’s.  The smashed plane had been taken away from the Devil’s Punch Bowl and there was nothing in the placidly murmuring water to hint at the tragedy that had almost taken place.  High up over the water, on the Council Rock, the Winnebagos held solemn ceremonial.

“Well,” said Hinpoha in a tone of deep satisfaction, “the Winnebagos have done their bit.  I take it all back about things never happening out of books and girls never having a chance to do anything for their country.  We’ve had our chance, and we’ve gone over the top!” she proclaimed triumphantly.

The faces of all the Winnebagos shone with satisfied ambition.

“It was all true, the fortune you told Sahwah,” said Migwan in a hushed voice.  “The other man came into her life, too, the man who was light first and dark afterward!”