With the constant practice Andy by this time had become an expert.

The day wore away and at evening I got supper with more biscuits of which I was proud, but Steward and Clem failed to come to partake of them as we expected.

Darkness fell and still there was dead silence outside of our camp.

Much concerned we then ate supper momentarily expecting to hear their voices, but they did not come.

Something had happened, but we could not follow their trail till morning to find out what it was.