Then, more or less reluctantly, the youngsters set about washing the dishes and setting the camp straight in general.
"Better throw some wood on the fire; it's getting pretty dark," suggested Dick.

"I'll get the lantern and light it." Gr-r-r-r-r! came the voice of Towser, in the near distance.
It was followed by barks and yelps, all in the voice of Hazelton's bull-dog.
"What trouble has the pup gotten into ?" demanded Harry, throwing an armful of wood on the campfire, then wheeling sharply.
Gr-r-r-r! Wow-wow! Woof! sounded closer at hand, accompanied by considerable noise in the underbrush.
"That pup's in trouble," declared Tom sagely.

"Come along, fellows! Bring the lantern, Dick!" Six boys, headed by Dick with the lantern, went to meet the bull-dog.
They came upon Towser, growling in a most excited manner, threshing something about him in the bushes as he came toward them.
"Hold still, boy!" commanded Harry.

"What is it, old chap ?" Then he came upon the dog.

In the darkness it was not easy to make out what ailed Towser.