Then they looked all around to find the person who had set the dogs upon them, but could see nothing of him.
[Illustration: Treed by Don Gordon's Hounds.] "Where has he gone, I wonder ?" said Lester, who was the first to speak.
"Haven't the least idea," replied Bob.
"Who was it ?" "Don't know that, either.

It didn't sound to me like Don's voice, but it sounded like his whistle, and if it was him, I wish he'd come and call the dogs off.

I am willing to give up now, Lester.

Luck is always on his side, and if he will let us go home without making any fuss about it, I'll promise to leave him alone in future." Lester could not find fault with his companion for losing his courage and talking in this strain, for he was frightened half to death himself, and he would have made all sorts of promises if he could only have climbed down from that roof and sneaked off to bed without being seen by anybody.

Don did not show himself, although they called his name as loudly as they dared, and neither did the hounds grow tired and go away, as Lester hoped they would.