“Don’t forget my turtles,” pleaded Fenn.
“I’ll attend to ’em, Stumpy,” promised Sandy. “Bring me back a bear skin; will you?”
“If we get enough for ourselves we will,” agreed Bart, and Sandy went on to school, looking back at the chums with envious eyes, for, as has been explained, the campers left about a week before the Christmas holidays began.
“Well, maybe we’ll have a good time—I mean of course we will,” said Frank, “but, all the same, Sandy is better off than we are—in one respect.”
“How?” asked Ned.
“He isn’t under suspicion of having stolen a valuable diamond bracelet.”
“That’s right. Hang it all! I wish we could clear that thing up,” remarked Bart, with energy. “Never mind, maybe it will clear itself up before we get back.”
“Whoa!” called Jed, suddenly, pulling up his team.
“What’s the matter?” asked Ned.
“The nigh horse jest stumbled with its left fore foot,” explained the driver, as he got out of the sled.