"You've handled it then, have you?"
"Lots of times, because you see I lost my own frog-sticker some weeks back, and I ain't had a birthday since to get a new one," Landy confessed.
"That sounds good to me," Elmer told him; "so now take a look at this, and tell us what you think."
With that he brought his hand around, having been keeping it behind his back all this time. When he opened it there was disclosed a common, every-day jack-knife with a buckhorn handle, such as might be expected to be found in the pocket of almost any lad, and capable, when given a keen edge, of performing miracles in the way of shaving sticks and cutting up apples.
So Landy gravely, though eagerly, took up the knife. He opened the big blade and seemed interested in a certain nick he found there.
"Elmer, that settles it," he said, finally; "it's Hen's knife, I'm positive; and it must have been him that was hanging from this tree a bit ago!"
CHAPTER VI
BOUND FOR SASSAFRAS SWAMP
When Landy Smith settled the matter in this convincing fashion, the rest of the scouts showed more or less interest in the outcome.