It'll make a glorious fireworks--one hundred and twenty-five barrels of powder and four fifty-pound cases of dynamite--and if you can't walk that far, Thorne, we'll take you up on a sledge.

Mustn't allow you to miss it!" "Sorry, but I'll have to, Mac.

I'm going south with the mail.

That's why I want you with Howland and me this morning.

It will be up to you to get him acquainted with every detail in camp." "Bully!" exclaimed the little superintendent, rubbing his hands with brisk enthusiasm.