who understood the pinch Randy had given him. "We haven't much, but if a few dollars will do any good—"
"Will you let me have two dollars?" asked the squire's son, eagerly.
"Yes."
"And I'll let you have two more," added Randy, and the amounts were passed over on the spot, and Fred thanked them very profusely. A few minutes later he had thanked Foster Portney for the supper, bade all good-by, and was gone.
"Not a half bad boy," was the comment of Mr. Portney. "His one fault is, I reckon, that he has been allowed to have his own way too long. Roughing it out here will most likely make a man of him, unless he gets into bad company and goes to the dogs."
"I am going to write to his folks and let them know where he is," said Earl; and the letter was penned and mailed before he went to bed.
The three were on their way early on the following morning to complete the purchase of their outfits, for all must be packed up and on the steamboat deck by seven o'clock the next morning, to insure being stored on board of the Golden Hope.
The first purchases made were those of a good tent, bedding, woollen blankets, rubber sleeping-bags, a large piece of oiled canvas, and several lynx-skin robes.
"Now for our tools with which to cut down trees,
