is worth the candle?"

"Well, I guess yes," replied the other.

"How about telling Toby or Bandy-legs?" asked Owen.

"Better not," came the quick reply. "Neither of them are worth shucks about
keeping a secret, and chances are they'd give it away."

"Just as you say, Max. I depend on you to run this game down. But it makes
me feel awful sore. I never would have believed it of good old Steve."

"Well, just hold your judgment in the air for a little while longer, Owen,"
Max said, calmly.

His cousin looked hard at him. Then he shook his head as if completely
puzzled.

"Gee! but you do beat the Dutch, Max," he muttered. "I honestly reckon
you're hoping to make me doubt what my own eyes saw. But, anyhow, I'm game
to stand it out to the end."

"Well, let's crawl in now with our blankets," suggested Max.

"What! don't we keep watch any more, or wake up one of the others to take
our place?" Owen demanded.

"Stop and think; what's the use?" chuckled Max.

"Glory! that's so. The performance is over for this night, anyhow. Guess