"Nothing much," replied the guide. "That is, Mr. Stacy is doing nothing."
"I might have guessed that," smiled Tad.
"And the others are helping him," finished the guide with a grin.
"And I had to be so unfortunate as to spoil our fine hunting trip in the canebrake," cried Tad reproachfully.
"You didn't spoil anything," Lilly retorted. "I reckon that all the young gentlemen had their fill of the canebrake."
"I don't believe it," declared Tad. "I know I wouldn't have had enough, if it hadn't been for—this."
"Well," assented the guide slowly, "I suppose I could have shown you youngsters quite a bit more if I had had the chance."
"I'll tell you what I wish you would do, Mr. Lilly."
"Well, I'm listening," observed the guide.
"It will take me a little time yet to get in the best of shape," Tad pursued. "I suggest that while I am laid up here you take the fellows back into the brake, and show 'em something they've missed so far."