We may meet him still, you know, so don't fire at any squirrel or anything.

If I hear a shot I'll come to you, and you do the same by me." "I say," said Hughie, "where does this track of mine come out?
Is it below the Deepole there, or is it on the other side of the clearing ?" "Why, don't you know ?" said Don.

"This runs right up to the back of the Fisher's berry patch, and through the sugar-bush to your own clearing.
I'll go with you if you like." "Oh, pshaw!" said Hughie, "I'll find it all right.

Come on, Fido." But Fido had disappeared.

"Good night, Don." "Good night," said Don.