"Hullo, uncle! Gettin' weary, carryin' 'round my share of the money?"
chuckled the voice of Dan Jaggers. Then that shaggy young bully stepped
out from behind a tree.

"Ye've been long enough," growled his relieved uncle. "But I'm glad t'
see ye're in good enough shape."

"Oh, I'm all right," admitted Jaggers, serenely, as he came forward.
"I've been back here for hours."

"What are ye telling me?" demanded Josh Owen.

"The facts. Ye see, Uncle Josh, I wanted to know whether ye'd forgit ye
had my money, an' stray off. So I've been watchin' round, 'thout making
no noise, for hours." Josh Owen had no means of knowing whether this
statement was the truth or not, but he growled:

"Then ye must know for sure, now, lad, that I'm square with my own nephew.
What'd ye bring back with ye?"

"Something to eat."

"And something to drink, hey? I guess we'll eat first."

Dan retraced his way through the woods a few paces, returning with
packages.

"You younkers can see us eat, if you want to," said Josh Owen, with a
malicious leer, as he spread a piece of paper on the ground and began
to lay out the meal. "When are you two going to eat? I don't know.