“Over at Pryor’s Gap, where a certain girl with brown eyes——”
Plunk!
A wad of dried leaves took Sam squarely in the face.
“You dry up!” commanded Jack as he looked around for another missile.
“Oh, of course; but I thought you’d like to be reminded of her,” went on Sam.
“I guess he can think of her without you reminding him,” added Nat.
“I’m going to turn in,” announced Jack suddenly, and the laughs of his chums did not seem to disconcert him. They all retired a few minutes later and slept soundly.
“Well, what’s the program to-day?” asked Sam as they stepped from the tent the next morning into the cold, crisp air. “Hello,” he added, “it’s been snowing again.”
“Plenty good for track sheep,” announced Long Gun.
“Oh, we don’t need any fresh meat. What’s the use of going hunting again?” asked Jack.