Mr. Wagner, had set out to look for Harry; how Mr. Wagner soon became so
tired that he had to give up, and go home, and how Mr. Loudon had gone
through the woods to the north, while he kept down by the creek,
searching on both sides of the stream, and how they had both walked, and
walked, and walked all night, and had met at last down by the river.

"How did you manage to meet Mr. Loudon?" asked Tony.

"I heard him hollerin'," said the captain.

"He hollered pretty near all night, he told me."

"Why didn't you holler?" Tony asked.

'Oh, I never exercise my voice in the night air,' said the captain.
"It's against my rules."

"Well, you'd better break your rules next time you go out in the woods
where Harry is," said the turkey-hunter, "or he'll pop you over for a
turkey or a musk-rat. He's a sharp shot, I kin tell ye."

"You don't really mean he was after me last night with a gun!" exclaimed
Captain Caseby.

"He truly was," declared Tony; "he was a-trackin' you his Sunday best.
It was bad for you that it was so dark that he couldn't see what you
was; but it might have been worse for ye if it hadn't been so dark that
he couldn't find ye at all."

"I'm glad I didn't know it," said the captain earnestly; "thoroughly and