Over that country we ought to make twenty-five or thirty miles to-morrow.

We may strike our hunting-ground by noon, or it may take us two or three days; but in either event we haven't any time to waste.

Hurrah for the big camp, I say--and our fun begins!" It seemed to Rod as though he had hardly fallen asleep that night when somebody began tumbling him about in his bed of balsam.

Opening his eyes he beheld Wabi's laughing face, illuminated in the glow of a roaring fire.
"Time's up!" he called cheerily.

"Hustle out, Rod.