In Camp on the Big Sunflower

ernoon

en turned up with a mess of perch, th

ited. Owen was just as much pleased as the others, and declared that it be

after they had talked over the splendid good luck that had fa

at happen?"

ith him, and ask him why he gra

like a scared rabbit. First thing I knew he was staring at me o

ut to him, didn't

all right. That fellow could get down to second base before the ball seven times

tch him?" asked Max,

mber that I was tired, and carrying my fishing rod, as well as a bully old string of perch, which I calculated to clean for supper.

no go?" re

he same he disappeared from sight. Perhaps next ti

on for it we don't know

t their collecting these shells, for fear that the

gs," Max admitted, "but there might be another

this man might be hiding out up here-that p'r'aps he'd gone and done something to break th

ner or later. One thing we must do if ever we get the chance, and that is

to get into trouble, that's what," remarked the pugnacious Steve

than ever. He could not for the life of him unde

preceding night, when their first prize pearl vanished so mysteriously; and yet here he was app

summer I'll fight it out on this line, like Grant did in the Battles of the Wilderness. Steve acts like he was

x to try and find a few woodcoc

y. It was really no time for hunting, with a hot sun beaming down. Perhaps

d supper was being started whe

at the first sound made as if to reach for the guns that

didn't go and get lost, anyhow. Perhaps that compass kept

ks. But then Toby and Bandy-legs always seem to tumble into trouble if there's just half a c

nted Bandy-legs, as h

port," remarked

"because we expect to do a heap

ou open th

id," chuck

anything

Steve grinned happily as he watched the other deliberately take out his bandana, unroll its folds, and then disclos

s, excitedly, his eyes rou

tried to express his feelings. Finally, after Steve had pounded him on the back a few times, poor Toby managed to pucker up his lips and emi

reath, and enunciated, a

have done, the one

ul

et busy right away," rema

rving as cook this afternoon. Don't you smell fish frying? I've

u, Owen," said Toby, slapp

knock you out of a job, old fellow. Where's that o

opening his catch righ

to show him how

legs proved more or less clumsy, and not only cut himself several times on the sharp

by degrees every one of

overed two were so small as to give but little promise of

y already. And we know our scheme is going to be a success. Cheer up. There's Owen calling us to supper. And

ugh the nearby woods crept the appetizing odors of coffee and fried fish that