"The hounds will not trouble you." It was easy enough to say come down, but it was not so easy to do it, as the boys found when they began working their way over the frosty roof.

The shingles were as slippery as glass, and their hands seemed to have lost all their strength; but they reached the ground without any mishap, and were about to hurry away as fast as their cramped legs would carry them, when the General asked: "Hadn't you better go up to the house and get warm ?" "O, no, thank you, sir," replied Bob.

"We'll go directly home.

Our folks will wonder what has become of us." "Are these your bags ?" "No, sir," replied Bob, promptly.

"One doesn't usually carry meal bags to bring home 'coons in." "I am aware of that fact," said the General, "but couldn't they be used to carry quails in?
These bags have you father's name on them, and you had better come and get them." These words were uttered in a tone of command, and Bob thought it best to obey.