lcome, uplift,
entertain.

The campers sought him immediately on their arrival at Greenville; and
he stood by them while Cyrus made a full statement before the local
coroner about the death and burial of the half-breed, Chris Kemp, the
Farrars and Herb confirming what was said with due dignity.

But dignity was blown to the four winds by the very unprofessional and
very woodsman-like cheer that Doc raised, and that was echoed
thunderously by Joe Flint and a few other guides and loungers who had
collected to hear the story, when Cyrus described the splendid rush
which Herb made, with the dying man in his arms, and the clay of the
landslide half smothering him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't near to try and do something for the poor fellow,"
said the doctor, later on, when his friends were gathered round a
blazing wood-fire in his own snug house. "But I doubt if I could have
helped him. I guess he was born with the hankering for whiskey, and when
that is in the mongrel blood of a half-breed it is pretty sure to wreck
him some time. We must leave him to God, boys, and to changes larger
than we know."

"I've a letter for you, Neal," added the host presently in a lighter
tone. "It was directed to my care. It is from Philadelphia, from Royal
Sinclair, I think."

Neal slit the envelope which was handed to him, and read the few lines
it contained aloud, with a longing burst of laughter.

Royal was as short with his pen as he was dash-away with his tongue. The
letter was a brief but pressing invitation to Cyrus and the Farrars to
visit their camping acquaintances of the Maine wilds at the Sinclairs'
home in Philadelphia before the English boys recrossed the Atlantic.

"Come you must!" wrote Roy. "We've promised to give a big spread, and
invite all the crowd we train with to meet you. We'll have a great old
time, and bring out our best yarns. Don't let me catch you refusing!"

[Illustration: GREENVILLE,--"FAREWELL TO THE WOODS."]

"We won't if we can help it," commented Neal; "if only we can coax the
Pater to give us another week in jolly America."

The campers slept upon mattresses that night for the first time in many
weeks.

The following morning saw them grouped in the main street of Greenville,
with Doc and Herb on hand for a final farewell, waiting for the
departure of the coach which was to bear them a little part of the way
towards Boston civilization.

Dol was turning over in his jostled thoughts the delicate wordin