Reuben Hinman eagerly agreeing, Dave harnessed the bony horse
into the wagon. After a while the red wagon rested within the
confines of the camp of Dick & Co.

In the bright light of the morning, Harry Hazelton was the first
to be astir. He saw Prescott asleep on the floor of the tent,
rolled up in a blanket, while another blanket rested on Dick's
cot, brought back to the tent, as though some stranger had slept
there.

Outside, attached to the seat of their camp wagon, Hazy found
a note that mystified him a good deal at first. It read:

_"The sun is now well up. I shall go at once to Hillsboro, and
then my great worry will be over. Boys, you will ever be remembered
in the prayers of R.H."_

"Now, that's mighty nice of R.H., whoever he is," smiled Harry
Hazelton, not immediately connecting the initials with the name
of the little, old peddler.

Nor was it until Prescott and Reade were astir that Harry was
fully enlightened as to the meaning of the words scrawled in pencil
on the sheet of paper.

"You boys call me Hazy, and I must look and act the part," laughed
Hazelton shamefacedly, "when we can have such an invasion of the
camp, and such an early get-away with a loaded wagon, and all
without my stirring."