boys were camping there
in the enclosed shed; but in its way it would prove another guardian.

Once Frank thought he heard murmuring voices; he was so impressed that
he even crept out of his bed and advanced to the nearest opening,
thinking to locate the speakers, whether they proved to be Percy
Carberry and his crony, bent on mischief, or the mysterious Mr. Marsh
and Longley, spying around for some secret purpose of their own.

It turned out to be only little Elephant, who was lying on his back,
and breathing heavily. Frank turned him over, and then crept back
under his blankets.

So morning found them, ravenous as wolves, and each one ready with some
suggestion as to what they could have for breakfast.

But after all, Andy had assumed the office of high cook, and his word
was law to the rank and file. He declared that codfish cakes would be
a good starter, and that he had the stuff already mixed, as given him
by the colored aunty in the Bird kitchen.

Besides that, he announced that he would treat his guests to pancakes,
or as they are always known in camp, flapjacks, which he prided himself
on knowing how to make. Some honey had been smuggled over to make
these more acceptable. Indeed, it would appear that Andy did know how
to make light cakes, since it seemed impossible for the others to get
enough of them, and he was kept over the fire until as red as a turkey
cock in the face.

"How about taking a turn this morning Frank?" asked Andy, as he found
himself forced in turn to cry quits, with half of a flapjack still on
his platter.

"Don't wait to clean up, fellows," said Larry, promptly. "Give the
rest of us something to do while you're sailing around up among the
clouds. I know just where you keep every article, and my word for it
you'll find them in place when you get back again."

"That's nice of you, Larry," laughed Frank; "and I'm going to take you
up on it. It does seem a shame not to take advantage of so fine a
morning as this. Hardly a breath of wind as yet, you notice. And yet
by noon it may be blowing great guns. You never can tell. Andy, shall
we get the new machine out of the hangar?"

"Oh! I'm game for anything you offer," asserted the other, getting up
slowly, as became one who had just been crammed.

"We tried the pontoons yesterday, and they worked as fine as silk,"
Frank went on to say. "Suppose we leave them off this time, as we will
not be over the lake?"

"Just as you s