"It is a wardrobe in itself, hat and boots included. He did not carry a 'Saratoga' when he went journeying."
"Not much," said Charley.
"What is Jack doing now?"
He was detaching the little sacks that hold the musk, and he passed them to Bertie, with the remark that they were worth as much as the critter's hide.
"You don't say so!" exclaimed Charley, examining them curiously.
"Flora ought to be here. I suppose the 'fumery' belongs to her."
"To the little miss, is it?"
"Yes."
"There is scent enough in one of them bags," said Jack, "to drive the whole family out of the house."
Bertie thought if that was the case, one would be better for Flora than two; so he put one aside and gave the other to Jack, who carefully wrapped it in paper and dropped it into his roomy pocket. The skin was then stretched on a board to dry, and, after receiving hearty thanks for his timely assistance, Jack left the garden, feeling much better satisfied with himself than when he entered it. He felt that he had shown his good will, and that the score against him was partially rubbed out. And so it was. Charley and Bertie were more kindly disposed towards him than they had ever expected to be, and they concluded that he was not such a very bad boy, after all.