rooster crowed.

"H'm! guess it is time I got to sleep!" grunted Billy, as he tumbled
into bed, put out his light and was soon fast asleep.

In the morning when he and young Smith arose, the latter said to him
in some surprise:

"Why, Billy, what is the matter, what have you been doing? You
have got the blackest eye I ever saw on a boy."

"Me?" cried Billy. "Are you sure? Isn't it dirt? Where should
I have been to get a black eye?"

"I am sure I don't know, but that's what it is all right. Look at
it yourself, Billy, and see if it is not."

There was a little looking glass in the tent, and Billy now surveyed
himself in this, finding that young Smith was right, and that he did
have one beautiful black eye, the other being only slightly discolored.

He knew where he had obtained it, but did not think it necessary to
explain the matter to young Smith.

"I'll wait and see who has the most to say about it," he thought,
"and then I will know who it was that I followed last night, who it
was that gave me this lovely decoration."

When he met the boys, however, all of them had something to say, and
Harry said with a laugh: