Canoe Mates in Canada; Or, Three Boys Afloat on the Saskatchewan

veral heavy bits of fuel upon the embers, doing this with t

quick-firing rifle that carries a small bullet calculated to spread in mushroom shape upon striking the quarry and do the work of a gun of much larger caliber, a sleeping-bag, a compact kerosene stove for the inevitable wet time in camp when the wood will not burn-a veteran is apt to turn up his nose at such innovations, and growl that the simple life suits him a

, decided that a man would be a fool to choose the old method wi

for it told him Cuthbert had not changed his mind with regard to the character of th

n beside him, with a

to sit up and look around, which in itself was somewhat suspicious, for a veteran of his caliber must have so educated hi

the Canadian lad seem to be in his company-lonely enough had his life been since the loss of those he held dear, and there was something infin

en the other crawl into the tent, for he was not to arouse Eli, who s

any disposition to pilfer he would treat him in a summary manner, and chase him into the woods, just as any rascal sho

determined-looking lads awed him more than he could care to admit, or it might be he had other schemes up his sleeve whereby the same end could be accomplished without taking so much risk-at any rate Cuthb

of that hat brim, he knew it would be a signal for trouble with

er snooze, and they heard nothing farther from him until morning, when he arose, yawning and

ry wolf; for it had been a long day since he tasted such delicious bacon and coffee with flap-jacks to "beat the band," as Eli said, ma

, and therefore he made up his bundle soon after, saying he must be on his way, and while they were engaged in stow

explorer would not count for a row of pins when occasion arose whereby the temptation came to Stackpole

him have a long lead; for he had left the camp going in a direction

s rover of the mighty woods and the chief factor of the region, Stackpole would hardly turn up at the post, since there had long been bad blood between these men, and the cruis

ght when he saw our fire, and thought there might be something worth picking up here, or else keep watch of our movements," said Owen, as he pulled the cords ti

led as though

. We kept him under cover, all right, and perhaps he's mentally kicking himself now over having wast

atly disappointed, for

ng away. Well, p'raps we may run across the critter again, and I'll just keep it in mind that it was the left leg I chose-he's got

shotgun. For my part, I don't care if we never set eyes on old Stack again, for I fancy the fellow mighty little. There is something about his eyes that goes against my