to the opening of the tent.

"Well," remarked Owen, looking up, "it's good to know they didn't go and get
lost, anyhow. Perhaps that compass kept 'em from straying out of the trail
you said you made, Max?"

"Huh! we made it so plain," remarked Steve, "that a baby ought to be able
to follow our tracks. But then Toby and Bandy-legs always seem to tumble
into trouble if there's just half a chance to get mixed up. Say, they've
got the bags pretty well filled up with mussels, anyhow."

"You bet we have," panted Bandy-legs, as he set his burden down.

"G-g-great s-s-sport," remarked Toby, following.

"Glad you like it," laughed Max, "because we expect to do a heap of wading
while we're up here."

"D-d-did you open the others?"

"We sure did," chuckled Steve.

"F-f-find anything in 'em?"

"Did we? Say, show up, Max; give these poor tired fellows a peek, that'll
make 'em forget all their troubles," and Steve grinned happily as he
watched the other deliberately take out his bandana, unroll its folds, and
then disclose to the wondering eyes of Toby and Bandy-legs the two lovely
white pearls that snuggled against the red background.