Giraffe placed his hand on the dead ashes.
“Wet ’em down again, sure he did,” he remarked.
“Ain’t our chum just it though,” chuckled Step Hen.
“He kept his fire burning all night,” Thad remarked, casually.
“How d’ye know that?” asked Step Hen.
“Oh! the amount of ashes tells that he used a heap of wood,” was the reply. “You can see he made his camp close to this fallen tree, and used his little axe in cutting up the dead branches.”
“Bumpus deserves to be made a first-class scout,” said Giraffe, in genuine enthusiasm.
“He’s on the road there, anyhow,” declared Allan.
“But we must be off,” Thad remarked. “We’ve had a few minutes’ rest while figuring out all these things our chum has been up to. Now let’s put our best leg forward.”
“That means the right one,” said Giraffe.