er's trap, and volunteered their assistance.

"Quite welcome, chaps," said Abrahams.

"Come on, Tom, fly round now, you're going to sleep," said he to the man
with him, who was trying to unharness a horse, but did not know how to
set about it.

"Let me help you," said Hil, pushing him aside and taking the harness
off.

When everything was done to the satisfaction of the hawker, all hands
were directed to the buggy. While they were engaged on that two more
fellows appeared on the scene. They carried their swags on their
shoulders.

"Hallo there! What's the game?" said one, as he came up to them.

"A bit of a smash, that's all," answered Abrahams. "Now then, twist her
a bit more. Hang on, let's look now," he sang out, as he directed the
operations.

"Yes, that'll do now," he added. "Let's get it back in its place before
dark, so we can have an early start."

The axle replaced, all adjourned to their respective tents to prepare a
meal. The two latest arrivals chose a camping-ground some twenty yards
from that the girls had selected, and soon had a fire lit and their
billy boiling.

When all had finished their meal Abrahams suggested they should make a
big fire and sit round it and spin yarns. The idea was readily taken up,
and a huge log was selected, round which a rope was fixed and harnessed
to one of the horses, when it was at once dragged into the required
position. Some light wood was gathered, and soon the log was well
ablaze, and they disposed themselves in a circle round it. Old Joe was
inclined to be a little bit selfish and directly the log was in
position, he took a seat on one end of it, and obstinately resisted all
efforts to dislodge him. Now it happened that that log had been the home
of a large swarm of the ants known as "green-heads." These, as most
campers-out know, can sting pretty sharply, and while Joe was disputing
his right to the seat, they were gradually being driven by the smoke to
the other end of the log. They found Joe's coat-tails an excellent
bridge, and swarmed up them. Presently Joe began to feel uncomfortable;
then he gave a jump, and finally yelled with agony, and starting up
began to fling his clothes off as quickly as possible. The girls found
it necessary to retire to their tent to fetch something they had
forgotten.

"How very awkward if they had attacked us," said May.

"Very," answered Hilda, laughing heartily at May's look of alarm.

They gave Joe time to rid himsel