“We’ve been spearing and snaring fish all afternoon,” explained Andy. “See, we have caught nine, and none of them less than a pound in weight! Where is Jack?”
“I left him behind in another camp,” returned Harry.
“He isn’t sick or hurt, is he?” cried Andy, quickly.
“No, but he’s in charge of three sick young fellows,” and Harry smiled quizzically.
“Three sick young fellows,” repeated Boxy. “Whom do you mean?”
“Pete Sully, Dixon and Spencer.”
“No!” roared both Andy and Boxy.
“Yo’ doan’ say,” added Pickles. “If dat ain’t de wuss yit!”
They were soon about the campfire, and here, while Pickles cleaned the wild turkeys and fish, Harry told them of what had happened since Jack and he had started out on the search for game.
The others listened with deep interest. They were all affected when they learned how the bully and his companions had been found literally starving, and were glad to hear that Jack and Harry had treated them kindly.