sight of our campfire, and old Toby cooking a glorious supper?"
"Wow! I can do justice to it all right They gave me something to eat, but gracious, it was burned, and tasted horrible. Not one in that crowd knows the first thing about camp cookery, and they scorch everything they try," said Bluff, sighing.
"Just keep up a little while longer. There, isn't that the fire through that bunch of trees ahead?"
"After all, you saw it yourself first, Frank. That's the fire all right. Straight this way, boys, and we'll be there in a jiffy," said Will.
They hurried on.
"I'm looking to see good old Toby; but somehow don't seem able to clap my eyes on his honest, black face," declared Bluff.
"That's a fact, where is he? The fire is burning decently, and from that I judge he's around somewhere," remarked Frank.
"Well," broke in Will, "you know he acted as though afraid when we were starting out. Said something about the big owls in the timber getting on his nerves."
"And the varmints prowling around, waiting for a chance to eat him up. I believe the coon is hiding in one of the tents, afraid to show him-
