"I wouldn't mind staying here all night," drawled Harry, stretching
himself out on the dry leaves alongside the fire.

"Well, I'd like supper first," put in Hal. "We were to have roast
duck to-night," and he smacked his lips.

"What was that!" Harry exclaimed, jumping up.

"A bell, I thought," whispered Hal, quite frightened.

"Indians!" added Bert. "Oh, take me home!" he wailed, and while he
tried to laugh, it was a failure, for he really felt more like crying.

"There it is again. A cow bell!" declared Harry, who could not be
mistaken on bells.

"Let's find the cow and maybe she will then find us," he suggested,
starting off in the direction that the "tink-tink-tink-tink" came
from.

"Here she is!" he called, the next moment, as he walked up to a pretty
little cow with the bell on her neck. "Now, where do you belong?"
Harry asked the cow. "Do you know where the Cliffs are, and how we
can get home?"

The cow was evidently hungry for her supper, and bellowed loud and
long. Then she rubbed her head against Harry's sleeve, and started to
walk through the dark woods.

"If we follow her she will take us out, all right," said Harry, and so