oes!"

"You're fooling, aren't you?" demanded Congdon incredulously.

"Not in the least! Fugitives from justice, every mother's son of 'em!
Only a few will be aboard when the _Arthur B. Grover_ puts into Heart o'
Dreams, but there are enough crooks in the woods about here to plunder
all Michigan. If that chap from Calderville's looking for trouble he's
going to have his hands full."

Congdon went into Archie's room just before noon and laid an automatic
pistol on the dresser.

"See that? That's the gun I shot the thief with at Bailey Harbor. Guess
I'll take it with me this afternoon for I know the infernal thing
works!"

"It's always best to tote a gun you've tested," Archie answered,
examining with unfeigned interest the weapon Congdon had discharged into
the mirror in the Bailey Harbor house. The gun with which he had shot
Congdon was in a drawer of his bureau, and the instant Congdon left he
examined it for any marks by which its owner might identify it. He was
relieved when the Governor came in and assured him that there was
nothing to distinguish the pistol from a thousand of its kind.

While they waited for the tug's appearance they hung off Heart o' Dreams
shore, and the Governor and Archie paddled close enough to talk with
Ruth at the wharf.

"Everything's all right," she reported cheerily. "The doctor is keeping
Isabel in bed today but merely to rest. The bruised hand is doing
nicely and will probably heal without a scar. The camp's running
smoothly and the girls don't know that they ate our last bread and
butter for luncheon."

"You're safe in putting cookies on the evening bill of fare," said the
Governor. "Has Carey made any sign today?"

"No, except that I went through the woods this morning toward
Calderville and found the road piled with logs there at the bridge over
the little brook. I peeped through the barricade and saw some men with
guns--"

"Don't you dare go near that place again!" exclaimed the Governor.
"There's a good mile between that point and the camp boundaries and you
have no business going off your reservation."

"How terribly you scold! I was just reconnoitering a little."

"That little might mean the end of the world! But it's worth while to
know that you pout when you're scolded."

The hazards of the night had left no mark upon her, and in the khaki
Heart o' Dreams uniform she would have passed for a carefree boy.

"You look shockingly young," the Governor remarked with