the
hill. Angel, who was in the loft, swung down and made his way out of the
door, and before George had gone fifty feet, was at his heels. "And you
are going, too? Good boy!" and George actually hugged Angel. He
understood.

Arriving at the hill he made an examination, and found that the
halliards had been broken and the wind carried away the flag, halliards
and all. As the wind came from the sea, the flag must be inland
somewhere. Search was made in every direction, but to no purpose. Every
rock and lodging place was examined, but it had disappeared. Angel was
an interested searcher. He really seemed to divine George's mission. At
every bush, or rock, or other possible landing place, he would be the
first, and peer around, and look up and down, just as he had seen George
do.

The quest kept up for over an hour, and, sadly disappointed, he returned
with the news of his failure. The Professor took the loss lightly. "I
presume it is intended that we should work out our own rescue. After
all, I think that is the proper thing to do. If we depend on others we
are sure to meet with disappointment and failure. Cheer up, boys; flag
or no flag, let us do our duty."

"I don't mind the loss of the flag so much because it prevents us from
having a signal, but I hate to think that we lost so much good time in
making and putting it up."

The flag alluded to was sixteen feet long, laboriously made out of ramie
fiber, which was woven, and then dyed, and it was a hard task to haul
the pole, which was over fifty feet long, from the forest ten miles
away, to say nothing of the labor required to raise it.

As soon as the thoroughly drenched material at the boathouse could be
brought out and dried in the sun, which now came out bright and warm,
the work proceeded with renewed vigor. Late that evening the Professor
appeared at the rear of the laboratory, and called loudly to the boys.

When they appeared at the laboratory he was laughing immoderately, and
Angel stood on one of the tables with a simian grin.

"What is the matter? Has Angel been experimenting again?"

Before the Professor could answer, George caught sight of the flag.

"What! The flag! Where did you get it?"

"Ask Angel."

The boys laughed, and George actually hugged the animal, in his delight.
Did Angel know what he had done? Ask those delvers into the mysterious
realms of thought, what prompted him to search for and restore the flag?
Is that any more remarkabl