new a doctor other than the medical
inspector at school. He had such astonishingly good health that they
used the idea of sickness in reference to him as a "counter irritant."

"But this stove is a trifle small," said Walter. "What do you say we
buy that one from Camp Cattle? It's a peach."

"If the Cattle crowd have a good stove they won't sell it," replied
Jack. "You will likely find a second-hand flue in it, or a rubber hose
leader. Those boys are brilliant. If we need a new stove let it be
from Duke's, with a cast-iron guarantee."

"Right-o," seconded Dray. "The cast-iron is always useful about a
camp. But I say, what about the racket at the Mote last night? That
sister of yours, Jack, is wasting her talents. She ought to be chief
of a detective bureau."

"Cora is all right," Jack returned, proudly. "And while we are on the
subject, and not to brag, of course, I might say that some of the
other girls are in the same class. First few years they came out to
the woods I used to be rather doubtful, but now we often find that the
maids can take care of the masters; don't we, Wallie? More of that
odor, please. I wonder why bacon turns all to odor when it's cooked
up!"

"There are only two more pieces of odor left," complained Walter, "and
I'd like the smell myself."

"Oh, all right. I have had more than enough." Jack waved a disdainful
hand loftily. "I believe, as it is, I should be more careful what I
eat."

A huge, very hard bun, the sort found only in bakeries near Summer
resorts, hit Jack squarely in the face. Without any comment he caught
it, cut it in half, and with a tin spoon plastered it with butter.
Then he put "the lid on it," and tried to get it between his teeth. It
was heroic exercise, but Jack had been trained at a reputable college,
and had learned to eat what he wanted.

"But those duffers, the land men," continued Dray, "what are they
after the girls for? I had an idea one of them must be trying to claim
relationship with the fair Freda. He kept so close to her when she was
out after Denny."

"Relationship!" Jack repeated, with a laugh. "You almost hit it, Dray.
I guess the bear would like to be her first cousin, for he is trying
to get her goods and chattels from her."

"How?"

"Oh, we must not go into that; at least not just yet. I promised Cora
not to be hasty with Moran. He's the 'gent' who is supposed to be
president of the company."

"The one who wears the Panama? I wonder if anyon