again with the Monarch II until after dark. About six o'clock the
man drove up with a wagon.

"Thought you might be getting tired of cold dry fare," he said, "so
I've brought you a real supper for a change."

"Why, say, you're a prince!" cried the impetuous Hiram, as the man
lifted a gas oven from the wagon, and then a shallow box, and the
contents of both receptacles were revealed.

The oven contained two heaping dishes of lamb chops, and potatoes,
still quite warm. From the box the stranger produced all the
trimmings for a first class meal.

"This is pretty kind and thoughtful of you," said Dave.

"Nothing too good for friends of Mr. Price," insisted the man.
"Besides, I remember how good the present of a meal has been when
I've got stranded on duty myself."

The speaker, it seemed, had been a member of the Canadian mounted
police. The boys whiled the time away interestingly during the next
two hours, listening to some of, his exciting experiences with
Indians and outlaws in the Winnipeg wilds.

It was just after dark when the Monarch started on the second stage
of the journey. Three stops were made during the ensuing six,
hours. Dave was very tired and Hiram pretty sleepy, when, at three
o'clock in the morning, the machine came to rest on a little
reed-covered island in the center of a swampy stretch.