“I’ll be mighty glad to come every year, Mr. Ware,” he said laughing; “but I leave the hunting and guiding to a younger fellow who can do it just as well, or better. That’s the ‘younger fellow’ I mean, right here,” and he pointed to Larry. “He knows the country as well as I do, and he can follow a trail, shoot a rifle, and run a camp with the best of them. And if you ever get into a tight place out there in the woods, he’ll steer you out of it safely every time. For he’s learned his trade up here this winter. He’s a regular forest pilot now—a real woodsman, sure enough.”
THE END.