orget. Mebby kill lumberjacks one day, too."

"Don't get naughty. They hang naughty Indians," reminded Hippy.

"Oh, Mister Pony--I mean Mister Horse--won't you sit down and have a
snack with us?" invited Emma Dean.

"Of course he must," insisted Tom, pausing at his work of starting a
cook fire.

The Indian shook his head.

"Me go," he announced briefly.

"Sorry. Hope we see you again," said Hippy.

"Me see. You Big Friend. Bye," he said, halting before Lieutenant
Wingate. With that he trotted away.

"What a queer character," exclaimed Nora Wingate. "He loves my Hippy,
because my Hippy is a brave man."

"Who runs away to fight another day--not!" added Emma mockingly.

"He must have run very fast to catch up with us," suggested Anne.

"An Indian can outdistance a horse, as horses ordinarily travel,"
answered Tom. "Then, too, he probably knew a shorter cut."

"Did you notice how bruised and swollen his face was, and how
indifferent he appeared to be about it?" questioned Grace solicitously.

"Probably not so indifferent as he seemed to be," laughed Hippy. "You
know an Indian forgets neither a kindness nor a wrong, and you see how
my magnetic personality led this particular Indian to love me."

"All Indians do," observed Emma.

"Let's make camp and eat," urged Anne. "I am nearly famished."

Hippy most heartily approved of Anne's suggestion. Every member of the
outfit assisted in "rustling" the camp and the food. Ginger got a whole
handful of candy for his part in the routing of the lumberjacks, and
Hindenburg also helped himself liberally from the bag when Hippy put it
down on the ground.

While eating their supper the Overlanders talked over their experiences
of the day and the evening. Miss Briggs declared that she would have
been keenly disappointed if something had not occurred to stir them up
at the outset of their journey.

"This getting into difficulties became a habit with this outfit on the
very day that it set sail for France and the great world war," she said.

"I thank my stars that we are going into the woods where peace and the
voices of nature reign supreme," spoke up Emma.

"Sometimes the voices of nature have a savage growl in them," reminded
Tom Gray laughingly. "Who is going to stand guard to-night?"

"No one," answered Grace, nodding to Hippy.

"Righto! The bull pup is the guard for this journey. I brought
Hindenburg along so that I might not lose sleep," answered Hippy, which