"So you're English, are you! Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho!" exclaimed the doctor,
looking at the young Farrars. "Well, I suppose we'll have to put our
best foot foremost to give you a good time in American woods."

"I think that's what we're having, sir--such a jolly good time that
we'll never forget it," answered Neal courteously.

"Yes, it's jolly enough now; but I tell you I didn't find it so to-day,"
grumbled Dol, while his eyes gleamed like polished steel with the light
of present fun. "But as long as I live I'll remember the sound of your
horn, Doctor, when I was dead-beat."

"Is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to make you a present of that horn,
boy, when we part company, and you go back to civilization, and of the
piece of birch-bark, too, which led you to our camp. 'Twas Joe who fixed
that to the pine near the swamp; for my lads had a habit of following
the trail to the alders, looking for moose or deer signs. He scrawled
his sentence on it with the end of a cartridge. I guess it would be a
sort of curiosity in England."

Dol whooped his delight.

"I'll put it under a glass shade! I'll"--

While he was casting about in his mind for some way of immortalizing
that bit of white bark, Doc's genial bluster was heard again,--

"Come! come! you fellows! No more skylarking in this camp to-night! It's
high time for all campers to be snoring. Turn in! Turn in!"