O-o-o-h, Dave!" "Hello!" answered Darrin, coming away from the campfire.

Then he waited until the trio were close at hand before he went on: "I judge you didn't have any luck." "We got close to one of the scamps," muttered Tom, "whom Dick seems to have hit on the heel with a stone, but he slipped away from us under the trees." "It's only half an hour to dawn," yawned Dave, looking at his watch.

"We can turn in, now, I guess, for the rascals must be about through with the guessing match they've put up for us." "We could turn in now," suggested Danny Grin.

"We don't have to go to sleep, you know, but we could lie in our blankets and talk the time away until dawn.

The campfire will keep going until after daylight comes on." That seemed rather a sensible course.