THE HUMAN MYSTERY OF THE WOODS "Now, get to work!" shouted Dick Prescott.

"Destruction to all shirkers!" "Please may I beg off for five minutes ?" begged Danny Grin, raising one hand.
"Why ?" queried Prescott sharply.
"I want to take that much time to convince myself that it's all true," replied Danny.
"You'll know that it's all true when you wake up to-morrow morning," laughed Dick.

"But it won't look half as real if any fellow shirks any part of his work now.

All ready, fellows ?" "Ready!" came the chorus.
"Tom Reade will make the best foreman, won't he ?" appealed Prescott.
"Tom has a knack for just such jobs as this, and it's going to be a tough one." The boys stood in the middle of a half acre clearing in the deep woods, five miles past the town of Porter.

Here the woods extended for miles in every direction.