I wish you'd go away." Good Indian turned on his heel and went; he felt that at last Evadna was looking at him, though he would not turn to make sure.

And his instinct told him withal that he must ignore her mood if he would win her from it.

With a freakish impulse, he headed straight for the campfire and Miss Georgie, but when he came up to her the look she gave him of understanding, with sympathy to soften it, sent him away again without speaking.
He wandered back to the river's edge--this time some distance from where Evadna sat--and began throwing pebbles at the black nose of a wave-washed bowlder away toward the other side.

Clark and Gene, loitered up, watched him lazily, and, picking up other pebbles, started to do the same thing.

Soon all the boys were throwing at the bowlder, and were making a good deal of noise over the various hits and misses, and the spirit of rivalry waxed stronger and stronger until it was like any other game wherein full-blooded youths strive against one another for supremacy.