CHAPTER XVII

IN CAMP For a moment Sylvia's companions did not respond. They gazed at her as if wondering whether she had really said anything, or as if they did not know whether or not to believe her if she had made any utterance. "What--what did you say?" asked Rose, at length. "That was a loon," Sylvia went on. "A big bird, you know. They are great swimmers and divers, and they have the most awful screech you ever heard." "Well, if _that_ was a sample of it, I can well believe it!" said Hazel. "Are you sure it was a loon?" as…