But, to our surprise, it was moving away from us--absolutely LEAVING the camp! We were still staring in expectancy when out of the darkness slowly emerged a figure which we recognized at once as Captain Jim, one of the most reckless members of our camp.

Pushing us back into the grocery he entered without a word, closed the door behind him, and threw himself vacantly into a chair.

We at once pressed around him.

He looked up at us dazedly, drew a long breath, and said slowly: "It's no use, gentlemen! Suthin's GOT to be done with that Bulger; and mighty quick." "What's the matter ?" we asked eagerly.
"Matter!" he repeated, passing his hand across his forehead.

"Matter! Look yere! Ye all of you heard them boys from Sawyer's Dam coming over the hill?
Ye heard their music--mebbe ye heard US join in the chorus?
Well, on they came waltzing down the hill, like old times, and we waitin' for 'em.