ork. Phil
of course meant to roam around the neighborhood, and see what
discoveries he could make in connection with the haunts of small
animals, or places where they "used," to speak after the manner of a
hunter or trapper.

If he could find such a favorite spot it was his plan to set his trap on
the succeeding night, with the intention, not of harming the creature,
but getting him to touch off the flashlight, and thus take his own
picture.

Lub's enthusiasm seemed to have petered out, in that he manifested no
immediate intention of climbing to the roof of the cabin. The truth of
the matter was, Lub always showed a disposition to put things off;
procrastination was one of his greatest faults, even as too much haste
had always been X-Ray Tyson's besetting sin. There was the whole day
before him; so what need of undue speed. Taking things easy had become
second nature with Lub. Besides, as a final argument, he had gorged
himself with the fine breakfast, which of course he had helped to cook;
and it would be too bad to risk indigestion while on this outing.

So Lub just lay around, and bothered some of the others by asking
innumerable questions. Still, he was always willing to assist if called
upon, and for that he was forgiven his lazy habits.

It was toward the middle of the morning when Phil came back again, after
roaming around. His manner gave them to understand that he had met with
some success.

"Find any place to make your lay-out to-night, Phil?" asked Lub.

"Yes, one splendid spot where a 'coon seems to travel down to the
water's edge, to fish, or something or other," Phil replied. "You can
see his tracks going and coming as plain as anything. I've marked a
place where I can tie my camera, and fix the bait so he'll have to be in
range when the flash comes. This afternoon I'm meaning to go further
afoot, and see if I can run across bigger game."

"You certainly look as if you enjoyed this sort of thing," ventured Lub,
a little enviously; for he often wished that he had it in him to love
tramping, and all that pertained to woodland sports.

"Why, it seems to grow on you," admitted Phil, with considerable
animation. "In the start I didn't care a great deal about it, and
sometimes called myself silly to want to spend so much time trying to
circumvent little animals, and get a flashlight picture of them. It's
hard work, too, because they're not only shy but cunning as well. What
little I've managed to do al