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"No, only warm; but I'm in as much mud as I am water. Give me a hand, and pull me out." Bart and Ned advanced to do so, but, to their dismay they found that they were themselves sinking in. As they had approached on this side of the boiling spring on a previous occasion, much closer to the water than they now were, it ...
"We won't. We were only trying to think of a way to get you out," answered Bart, as he held Ned back from going too close. "Here, this will do it," cried Frank, running up at that moment with a long, tree branch. "Take hold of this, Stumpy, and we'll haul you out." Standing where the ground was firm, Frank thrust forwa...
He was covered with mud almost from his head to his feet. It dripped from his clothes, and his hands were thick with it, while some had even splashed on his face. He had not been rescued more than a minute before there came a rumbling sound, and a spray of mud and water shot up into the air. The volcano was in eruption...
"Well, I'll do, I guess," remarked Fenn, at length, trying to catch a glimpse of himself in the little stream of water. "Wow, but that's dirty mud, though!" "Next time don't go so near," cautioned Bart. "You should have told me that first," answered Fenn, with a grim smile. With a final look at the place of the mud vol...
Fenn's first work, when he reached the tent, was to change his clothes, and then, making a good fire in the wood stove he took a bath, with water melted from snow. He felt better after this, and was about to proceed with the getting ready of supper, for they had taken their lunch with them on their tramp to the spring,...
"Can you make 'em?" asked Bart, doubtfully. "Sure. I did it at home once; for dad and me. We have some prepared flour here, and the directions are on the package. You fellows go outside, and when the cakes are ready I'll call you in to supper." "That suits me," observed Bart, and the others assented joyfully. Leaving F...
"You don't mean to say Frank's burning those cakes, do you?" inquired Ned anxiously. "No, I don't smell him cooking them at all," answered Bart. "They ought to be pretty nearly done by this time, for it doesn't take long. Maybe he's in trouble. I'm going to take a look." He advanced cautiously to peer into the cook ten...
It was well he did, for the sight that met their eyes made them want to howl. Frank was in the midst of the tent, surrounded by several pots, pans, pails, dishes and other receptacles, filled with pancake batter. He was industriously stirring more in the bread-pan, and there was a puzzled look on his face. "Hang it all...
"Hu! you fellows think you're mighty smart, I guess!" he muttered. "How are you coming on?" asked Bart "Are you stocking up for fear of a blizzard, Frank?" Then the comical side of the situation struck the volunteer cook, and he, too, joined in the fun. "It's funny how this thing came out," said Frank, with a dubious a...
"Flavoring? What flavoring?" asked Fenn quickly. "Cocoanut, I guess it was. I found it in a cocoanut box, anyhow." "I never heard of cocoanut flavoring in pancakes," said Fenn dubiously, "but maybe it's all right. But I'll show you how to mix 'em, Frank. We'll just put two or three dishes of this batter together in the...
"Oh, that's only your imagination," declared Frank. "They're all right. Eat hearty, fellows, there's lots of 'em." There was--enough for a squad. Fenn poured out a liberal amount of maple syrup on his pile of cakes. He put a generous piece of the top brown one in his mouth. The next minute he uttered a yell, and made r...
"What did you say you flavored those cakes with?" demanded the stout youth, while Bart and Ned paused, with their forks half raised to their mouths. "Cocoanut," answered Frank. "Soap powder, you mean!" exclaimed Fenn, as he made a dash for the box that served as a cupboard, and took out a pasteboard package that had co...
Frank cautiously smelled of the pile of cakes on his plate. "Guess you're right," he admitted dubiously. "I'm sorry fellows, but my pancakes are a failure." CHAPTER XVII TREED BY A WILDCAT
They made the best of it, laughing and joking, and the meal was finished on some victuals that remained from the day before. Frank was inclined to blame himself, and, after that, Fenn, because the latter had put the soap powder into the cocoanut box, but the amateur cook's chums were good-natured over his failure, and ...
"I don't mind going alone," was Frank's rejoinder, and this was true, for, however good a chum he might be to the other lads, he was rather an odd chap, and frequently went off on solitary strolls. His friends were used to this, and did not mind. "Aren't you going to take a rifle?" asked Ned. "You might see some big ga...
Frank walked on, his eyes alert for a sign of any game that would restock the camp larder, but, for a long time he saw nothing. He had covered about three miles, and was beginning to think that he would have his trip in vain, when, as he went down into a little gully, where the snow lay rather deeper than on the level,...
"A dog! It's a dog, and something has caught it!" exclaimed Frank. "Maybe it's a bear! I wish I had my rifle!" He had no thought of turning back, even though he had but a light shotgun. The commotion increased, the yelping and barking finally dying out, to be succeeded by a low moan, and then there was a silence, and F...
"I'm in for it now," mused Frank. "I've got to see it through. I can't run, but I don't like that growl." He stood still for a moment, hoping the beast would show itself. Then he advanced a few more steps. As he got to one side of the concealing bushes he saw a curious sight. A big, lithe, tawny creature, with ears lai...
For a moment the lad stood regarding the savage creature, whose blazing eyes never left his face. Then, as cautiously as he could, Frank brought his gun to bear. Oh, how he wished he had his rifle now, for well he knew that more than a charge of small shot was needed to kill the big cat. "But if I can give her both bar...
"Can I get in another shot?" thought Frank. He "broke" his breach-loader, the empty shells flew out, and his hand sought his belt, to slip in two fresh cartridges. To his horror he found that they would not fit! He had brought out his smaller gauge shotgun, and the cartridges in it were the only ones available. They ha...
The cat began climbing, an easy task with her long, sharp claws. Frank reached up, and saw, over his head a dead branch, that was big and sufficiently strong for his purpose. Working with feverish energy he broke it off, and, when the big cat's head was close enough the young hunter brought the large end of the stick d...
"I'm done for, if she comes back at me!" he thought, but the cat had no such intentions, at present at least. The two blows on the head had stunned her. Down at the foot of the tree crouched the brute, as if to announce that she would wait there until after dark, when she would have the advantage. "I'm in for it now," ...
For half an hour Frank sat there, turning over the situation in his mind. He hoped the cat might tire of waiting, or go back to the fox she had killed, but the animal showed no such intentions. Noon came, and there was no change. Frank was tired and cramped, and he began to feel the pangs of hunger. He moved about, see...
This movement on his part was resented by the cat, who raised up and tried her fore paws on the tree trunk, tearing off bits of bark. But she did not venture to climb. The memory of the blows on the head probably deterred her. It began to get dusk. The cat seemed to know this, and began prowling about the foot of the t...
"Oh, if I had only brought the right size, or else had my other gun," he mused regretfully. "There'd soon be a different story to tell. As it is----" He paused, struck by a sudden thought. "By Jove! I'll try it!" he cried. "Wonder why I didn't think of it before." Taking out a cartridge, and bracing himself in the crot...
Next he removed the wad over the powder, and poured the black grains out into his hand. From his pocket he took a piece of paper, and, emptying the powder into this he laid it in his cap, which he managed to balance on a limb in front of him. Working rapidly in the fast-gathering darkness he emptied several cartridges,...
With a scream of rage and pain the creature dropped to all fours, and began clawing the dirt and snow. The fire had burned her severely, and she was wild with pain. "Good!" exulted Frank. "I wish I had another!" He peered down at the snarling cat, and began to open more cartridges. But it was too dark to see to work, a...
"We're coming," shouted Bart's voice. "Where are you?" Frank rapidly twisted some paper together, lighted it, and waved the improvised torch above his head. He hardly dared descend yet. A shout told him that his light had been seen. Then, off through the woods, he saw the flicker of a lantern. "Come up easy," he cautio...
An instant later a shot rang out, and the beast turned a somersault, falling over backward--dead. Bart had seen the tawny body in the gleam from the burning paper, and had fired in the nick of time. "You can come down now, Frank," he cried, as he and the other chums rushed up to where the wildcat was still twitching in...
Frank's story was soon told, and he was helped back toward camp by his comrades, for he was stiff from his long position in the tree. "You want to be more careful of your gun, next time," cautioned Bart, "and take the right one." "Yes, and you want to take some grub with you," added Fenn. "You never can tell what will ...
"Well, we'll soon be in camp," remarked Ned. "We've got plenty to eat there. We would have started searching for you long before this, but we supposed you had taken some grub, and would stay all day. But when it got dark, and you didn't show up, we feared something had happened." "Something had," observed Frank earnest...
They reached camp in due time, and Frank was provided with a good meal, and plenty of hot coffee. The warm weather continued for the next two days, and the air was almost like spring. The boys thoroughly enjoyed it, and went on long tramps through the woods. They were on the lookout for the mate of the wildcat, but saw...
He practiced at a target occasionally, as did his chums, but they could not begin to equal Bart in making bullseyes, though Ned ran his friend a close second. The boys tramped about, did the work necessary in camp, hunted and fished and thoroughly enjoyed life during the mild weather of the unexpected thaw. Not that th...
"You won't get your deer if the snow comes," spoke Frank, "and, by the looks of the sky, we'll have a flurry before night." "I know it, and that's the reason I'm going out this afternoon, and have another try for it. Are you fellows coming?" "I'm not," announced Fenn. "Too tired. I'm going to stay here and chop wood. Y...
"Will you come, Ned?" went on Bart. "Nope, I'm going to clean my gun. There'll be some good shooting after the storm, and I want to be ready for it." "All right, then I'll go alone," decided Bart. "I want a deer," and putting a supply of cartridges in his belt, and seeing that his gun magazine was filled, he started of...
"Skip away, bunny," remarked Bart with a laugh, "I'm looking for bigger game than you," and he kept on, while the hare scurried for cover. Bart covered several miles, and, almost unconsciously, he found that he was traveling in the direction of the mud volcano, or boiling spring, having swung around in a half-circle si...
"He's headed for the boiling spring!" cried Bart in his excitement. "Now I'll get him! I hope I get a shot before it begins to snow, and it's likely to do it any minute now." Bart started off rapidly in the direction taken by the buck, with his gun in readiness for a quick shot, though he hardly hoped to get one until ...
"He's made a circle, and he's here ahead of me--on the other side," thought the lad. "I think I've got him!" With eager eyes he watched. The bushes continued to move and vibrate. Something seemed to be coming down to the edge of the spring. Bart's nerves were on edge. His hands were almost trembling, but he controlled ...
But as he looked at the individual whom he had mistaken for a deer he felt a second tremor of excitement, for, as he had a glimpse of his face Bart was made aware that the man was none other than the one about whom there was such a mystery--the man who had sneaked into the schoolhouse the night the diamond bracelet was...
Pausing for an instant to get his bearings, Bart dashed forward, circled around the edge of the mud volcano, and ran on in the direction he had seen the man take. "I'm going to catch him," thought the lad, fiercely. "I'm going to get at the bottom of this. Why does he seem to be following us--hanging around our camp? W...
He paused in a listening attitude, but the only sounds that came to him were those of the wind howling through the leafless branches of the trees, and the swish of the snowflakes as they swirled downward. Once Bart heard a crashing amid the underbrush to one side. He darted in that direction, thinking it was the fugiti...
"I'll get the other fellows, and then we'll see if we can't trail him," mused Bart, as he neared the camp. To his delight, just before he reached it, the snow ceased falling, and he felt that now there was a chance to trace the man by means of his footsteps, for they would not be covered by the white crystals. But ther...
"The mysterious man! Come--no time to lose!" and Bart rapidly told what he had seen. "Wait until I get my gun, and I'll be with you!" cried Fenn. "Aren't we going to have dinner first?" asked Ned. "We'll eat a light lunch, and take a snack with us," proposed Frank. "We don't want to waste too much time."
In a little while they were ready to start, each one with a few sandwiches, while Bart, in addition, carried a small coffee pot, and a supply of the ground material for making the beverage in the woods; water could be had by melting snow over a fire they would build. Bart led the way toward the mud volcano, the locatio...
"Not until I got to the spring. We'll soon be up to it." But when they reached the spot, which, because of the warmth of the water, contained no trace of snow, though elsewhere the ground was white, there was, of course, no evidences of the man, save for blurred footprints. "That's right where he stood," declared Bart,...
They hurried on, trailing the man like officers of the law after a criminal. The footprints were plainly visible in the snow, being blurred occasionally by little drifts that had blown over them. They showed that the man had run a good part of the way, for the marks were far apart and irregular. They had gone on for pe...
"And it's about time, too," remarked Ned, looking at his watch. "It's after five, and it will soon be dark. Let's eat. I'm hungry." "Oh, wait a while," advised Bart. "We'll soon be back at camp. I think I know a short cut, and then we can have a hot supper." "Well, go ahead," agreed Frank. "A short cut will be just the...
"Well, I'll be hanged!" he burst out. "What's the matter?" inquired Fenn. "My compass--I haven't got it. Let me take one of you fellow's." "I haven't any," said Fenn. "Left it in camp."
"So did I," added Frank and Ned. "You did?" asked Bart, blankly. There was a pause--the boys knew what it meant to be out in the woods in a snowstorm, without the little swinging needle to guide them. "What did you do with the one you had, Bart?" asked Frank. "You had one, didn't you, when you were out after the deer, ...
"Sure I did, but I took it out of my pocket when I stuffed this lunch in, and must have forgotten to put it back. I remember now, I left it on the box in the tent. But I thought you fellows would sure have one." "Well, we haven't," said Frank, with an uneasy laugh. "What's to be done?" "Oh, I dare say we can get back--...
"Fellows, there's no use going on this way any farther. I'm off the track. I shouldn't have started out. The fact of the matter is that we're lost in the woods, and we've got to make the best of it!" CHAPTER XX A NIGHT OF MISERY Bart's announcement brought looks of blank astonishment and dismay to the faces of his chum...
"Are you sure we're lost?" asked Ned, slowly. "No doubt of it, in my mind," answered Bart, and he laughed a little. The strain of keeping up the pace on a route he was not at all sure of, was harder than admitting the fact of being lost in the wilderness. "What are we going to do?" asked Fenn, rather helplessly. "The f...
The mention of food was cheering in itself, to say nothing of the prospect of a fire, and then, too, the act of being busy took from the minds of the lads the thoughts that they were lost. In a short time they had gathered quite a pile of wood. Some of it was dry, for it was under the low-lying branches of spruce and h...
"Will we be any better off by morning?" asked Ned, dubiously. "Lots better," replied Bart, cheerfully. "But let's get ready for some hot coffee. Lucky we brought the pot along. Ned, you gather some snow in it, and we'll put it on to melt. Fenn, you get some flat stones, to make a sort of fireplace. Frank, you cut some ...
"Why, that isn't a half bad place to sleep," remarked Fenn, as he looked at the "bunk" Bart and Frank had made. "Sure, it's great," added Ned, but it was probably the cheerfulness engendered by a hot drink and food that made them see things with more hopeful eyes. They had no blankets, but they wore thick clothing, and...
"What's the matter; can't you fellows sleep?" asked Ned, at length. "No; can you?" inquired Bart. "Nope. Let's talk." "All right. Say, what do you suppose that man was doing around the mud volcano?" ventured Frank.
They had discussed this, in all its bearings, several times that afternoon, but it was a subject full of new possibilities, and they eagerly welcomed another chance to talk about it. "I think he was after mud turtles," said Bart. "Say," asked Fenn, suddenly, "did it ever strike you fellows that this fellow might be a d...
"Yes; after us," went on Stumpy. "You know we're suspected of taking that bracelet. It hasn't been found, and what would be more natural than for Professor Long to hire a private detective, and have him shadow us. I didn't think of that until just now, but I'll wager I'm right. You'll find that man is a detective, and ...
"Oh, he's the same one," declared Bart, with conviction. There was more discussion, and, if it did nothing more, it served a good turn, for it shunted the thoughts of the lads into new channels, and they began to feel sleepy. But, just as they were about to doze off, there came an exclamation of dismay from Bart. "What...
"Stream of water trickling down my neck," was the answer. "I believe it's raining!" There was no doubt of it. Instead of turning colder it had grown warmer, and the snow had changed to rain. The tree, thick as were the branches, was little protection against the rain, and, as it increased to a regular downpour, the pli...
UNEXPECTED HELP Never had hours seemed to drag so slowly. There was nothing to be heard save the drip, drip of the rain in the forest, and the mournful sound of the wind in the trees. Once Bart went out, and tried to coax into a blaze the few, faint, remaining embers of the fire, but it was out of the question. He did ...
"Well, then, I shouldn't have seen that mysterious man," went on Bart, determined to blame himself in some fashion, "and we wouldn't have come on this wild-goose chase." "No, it's a good thing you did see him," said Frank. "We want to know what he's up to." "I only hope he's as badly off as we are," put in Ned, with a ...
"Maybe it's going to clear," suggested Fenn. "If it does, it'll be colder," was Bart's opinion. It did clear, shortly after that, and there was a decided drop in temperature. Through the boughs of their shelter the boys could see the stars coming out. Miserable, and feeling chilled to the bone, the chums crowded close ...
"Well, let's start for camp," proposed Frank, when they had drunk the hot, if not palatable beverage. "Think you can find the way, Bart?" "I guess so--I'll try, anyhow." They started off, getting the direction as best they could by the sun, and for an hour tramped forward, feeling, on the whole, rather miserable, but h...
"Fellows, I'm sorry, but I don't know where we are." "Lost again, do you mean?" asked Ned. "I don't believe we've been un-lost, if that's the proper term," went on Bart. "I guess we haven't been on the right path since last night." "What are we going to do?" asked Frank, helplessly. "I'm as hungry as a bear."
"And I'm almost frozen," added Bart, with a shiver, "so you're no worse off than the rest of us," and there was a note of impatience in his voice. The chums looked at each other. Their plight was disagreeable, not to say desperate. They knew that the forest in which they had encamped was large in extent, and was seldom...
"Get your gun ready, Bart," whispered Fenn. "Maybe it's a deer." "Maybe it's that mysterious man," came from Ned. Bart had raised his rifle, and, a moment later some one emerged from the thick trees, and stood on the edge of a little clearing, confronting the boys. The newcomer was a youth of about their own age, and o...
"It's William Perry! Don't you know him, fellows? The lad whose mother took us in at the time of the blizzard--William Perry--whom we found in a snowbank in New York!" "William Perry?" faltered Bart, lowering his rifle. "William Perry?" came from Ned and Frank, in a sort of a chorus. "The Darewell Chums!" exclaimed the...
Fenn started toward William on the run. He was soon shaking hands with him, and leading him over to where Ned, Frank and Bart stood. "However in the world did you get here?" asked Bart. "Are you lost, too?" "No," replied William Perry, "I'm working for a lumber company, and I'm on my way from one camp to another. I had...
"Where's your camp?" asked William, who, as my readers will remember, was the son of the widow in whose house the chums found shelter during a blizzard that overtook them when they were on a hunting trip, as told in the second volume of this series entitled "The Darewell Chums in the City." Later they found William in ...
William did, and quickly said so. "I've been working for this lumber concern for about six months," he went on, "and I know these woods pretty well. But I always go prepared to spend a night in them, as I had to last night." "And can you show us the way to our camp?" asked Ned. "Sure. You're not more than five miles fr...
CHAPTER XXII CHRISTMAS IN CAMP With new hope in their hearts the chums followed William. They did not mind the cold or hunger now, but hurried on, intent on reaching their tents, donning dry clothing, and starting a roaring fire. Then they would have something to eat. On the way William told them of his new position. F...
Some time previous to his opportune meeting with the lost lads, William explained, he had taken service with the lumber company, which owned most of the woods where the winter camp was. It was part of the youth's duties to go from camp to camp with documents and messages. "It's fine, too," he said, "when the weather is...
"Oh, we've got plenty," Ned assured him. "Bart's a good shot, you know," and the chums took turns in explaining how they had come to make a winter camp in the woods. They said nothing about the missing diamond bracelet, however, nor about the mysterious man. Camp was reached none too soon for the comfort of our heroes....
"I have it!" cried Fenn. "Let's hear it, Stumpy," suggested Bart. "Out with it." "Well," went on the fleshy lad, "next Tuesday is Christmas. You don't have to work Christmas, do you, William?" "No, I guess not."
"Then I'll tell you what to do. Spend Christmas here with us. We're going to have a good time. Not much in the way of presents, for we didn't bring any out in the woods, but we'll have a Christmas tree, even if Bart does want to hang up his stockings," and Fenn winked at his chums. "It sounds good," spoke William, wist...
"And then there's going to be a plum pudding," added Fenn proudly. "A plum pudding!" they all cried. "Yes, I brought all the materials along. We're going to have a regular plum pudding for Christmas!" "Then I'm coming," promised William. "I'll get along now, and hurry on to the lumber camp. I'll ask the boss for a few ...
They voted that plan a good one, and soon afterward William was tramping back through the woods, having promised to be on hand at the time specified. The chums felt no ill effects from their night in the woods, for they followed Bart's advice and took plenty of hot ginger tea, made from the materials Alice had supplied...
"I should think it would," remarked Ned, one afternoon, when Fenn was occupied with chopping bowl and knife in the cook tent. "It's a wonder you didn't start last Fourth of July, Stumpy." "That's all right, I know how to make this pudding," asserted Fenn, with a superior air. "He's mighty proud of it," whispered Frank ...
"I'll think of one," went on Frank, who had not yet gotten over his failure with the pancakes, for which he partly blamed Fenn. William arrived that Saturday afternoon, and was soon made to feel at home in the camp. He was given a spare gun, and on the Monday before Christmas, all five went for a hunt, though they did ...
"Oh, Bart's a good shot," answered Ned proudly, and not at all jealous. But before long Bart was destined to make a more remarkable shot than that. As the boys had said there was to be practically nothing in the way of giving each other presents while in camp. Fenn, for the joke of the thing, rigged up a small Christma...
Christmas was ushered in with a snow storm, which made the woods a place of beauty. It was not very cold, and the boys, jumping from their beds, wished each other the joys of the season. Most of the work of getting ready the dinner had been done the day previous, so there was little work Christmas morning. They went hu...
"Well, have you had enough, fellows?" asked Fenn, as he stood over the platters of turkey and partridge. "Too much," groaned Bart. "I hope you have room for the pudding," spoke Fenn, anxiously. "Don't say you can't eat some of my plum pudding! Why I have a regular sauce, made from a recipe in a book, to eat on it." "Oh...
"Let me carve it," begged Ned, with a look at Frank and Bart. "I'll serve it, Fenn. You've done enough." "All right," agreed the manufacturer of the pudding. Ned carefully inserted a knife in the smoking heap on the plate. Fenn looked proudly on, as a generous piece was passed to William, as the guest of the day. Then ...
"So I am. What's that on your plate?" "I don't know what it is," declared Frank, indignantly, "only I know it isn't plum pudding. It looks like dough, but it's got the queerest collection of plums in it that I ever saw. Look, here's a piece of rubber boot, part of a shoe, some pine cones, some sticks of wood, stones, p...
For several seconds Fenn said nothing. He sat and gazed in blank dismay at the odd conglomeration on the plate that Frank had passed to him. At last he asked faintly: "Is it--is it all this--this way?" "Mine is," declared Bart. "And mine," added Ned, while William simply passed up his plate for inspection.
"It's a trick! A mean trick!" burst out Fenn indignantly. "And I know who did it! Frank Roscoe, you did this to get even with us for my mistake about putting soap powder in the cocoanut box, so that it got into the pancakes! But that wasn't my fault." "You had no right to take the cocoanut out of a box, and put soap po...
The visitor, with a grin, took a covered dish from behind the stove, where it had been set to keep warm. He lifted off the cover, and displayed to the astonished Fenn the original plum pudding, smelling most delicious, and smoking hot. "Try some of this," said Ned. "Maybe it will be better." "But I--what--where--what m...
"Ah! Um! This is something like!" murmured Ned, with his mouth full. "Great stuff, Stumpy!" "Do you like it?" asked the now delighted Fenn. "Sure!" came in an enthusiastic chorus, and the Christmas dinner was well rounded off by the pudding that Fenn had made with such care. William spent the remainder of the day in ca...
William bade his friends good-bye the next morning, and started off through the woods, with his pack upon his back. The chums felt a little lonesome after his departure, but it soon wore off, for there was much to do, to get in wood and water, straighten up the camp, and prepare for a storm, which, according to all the...
"That's right," agreed Fenn, "but, as it is, we'll have to get something soon, unless we want to live on canned stuff. The fresh meat is nearly gone." For, while practically prisoners in their tents during the storm, they had eaten considerable, and the cupboard was somewhat depleted. "Oh, we'll soon stock up again," d...
"Listen," he said in a whisper. "I think I hear something." The others became silent at once, but they heard nothing. "Guess it was the wind, Stumpy," observed Bart, as he put an oiled rag down the barrel of his rifle. "Maybe," assented the stout lad, as he arose and peered out. He came back, remarking: "I didn't see a...
It was not until the next morning that the boys recalled the incident of the night previous. Then Frank, who was walking about the cleared space in front of the tents, to get up an appetite, as he expressed it, uttered a cry of wonder. "Look here!" he shouted. "What?" cried Fenn, running up to him. "A turtle!" went on ...
"I was sure I heard some one last night," declared Fenn, triumphantly. "That mysterious man again, I'll wager a cookie!" exclaimed Bart. "But what is the turtle doing here? Is it the same one you had, Stumpy?" "No, it's a different kind. Maybe that mysterious man dropped it, and was hunting around for it." "Hard to tel...
"Sure it is. They don't come out by themselves to play around in the snow. Either some one dug this one up, or some one had it and dropped it. Well, I guess the best thing we can say is that it's part of the mystery. If we could only meet with that man who seems so afraid of meeting us, matters might be explained. As i...
"Well, there's no use talking about it any more," decided Bart. "Let's get ready and go off on another hunting trip. We haven't got much longer to stay here--not more than two weeks." This suited his companions, and soon they were cleaning their guns, sorting cartridges and fitting them in their belts, taking care not ...
"Sure," answered Fenn. "How does meat pie strike you?" "All right, as long as it isn't made of rubber boots and flannel bandages," answered Frank. "Not this time," declared Stumpy. "There'll be no monkey-shines with this pie. We'll have it hot for breakfast before we start off hunting." He was busy all the rest of that...
Fenn was the first one up the next morning. He tumbled out of his blankets, made a hurried toilette, and, a few minutes later was heard to excitedly cry out: "Here! That'll do you fellows! A joke's a joke, but this is too much! Where did you put it, you lobsters?" "Where did we put what?" asked Bart, sticking his head ...
"You don't mean to tell us you've gone and walked in your sleep, and eaten that meat pie we were to have for breakfast; have you?" cried Ned. "No, I haven't; but some of you fellows have hidden it," declared Fenn. "Come on, now. This is enough of that joke. Tell me where it is, Bart, and I'll warm it up for breakfast."...
"Not on your life. I've got too good an appetite." "Then Ned must have put it somewhere. Tell us, Ned." "Search me!" cried Ned, earnestly. "I never touched it, Stumpy. Where did you put it when you went to bed?" "In the cook tent, high up on a box. Some of you fellows must have taken it, for snow fell in the night, and...

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