The Comptroller shook his arms and came and knelt by my side and kissed me.
"God bless the dear boy!" he exclaimed. "It's a long time since any one cried for me. I love you, Bart."
When Bill swore after that the Comptroller raised his hand and shook his head and uttered a protesting hiss.
We got a dozen trout before we resumed our journey and reached camp soon after one o'clock very hungry. It was a rude bark lean-to, and we soon made a roaring fire in front of it. What a dinner we had! the bacon and the fish fried in its fat and the boiled potatoes and the flapjacks and maple sugar! All through my long life I have sought in vain for a dinner like it. I helped with the washing of the dishes and, that done, Bill made a back for his fire of green beech logs, placed one upon the other and held in place by stakes driven in the ground. By and by Mr. Wright asked me if I would like to walk over to Alder Brook with him.
"The fish are smaller there and I guess you could catch 'em," said he.
The invitation filled me with joy and we set out together through the thick woods. The leaves were just come and their vivid, glossy green sprinkled out in the foliage of the little beeches and the woods smelt of new things. The trail was overgrown and great trees had fallen into it and we had to pick our way around them. The Comptroller carried me on his back over the wet places and we found the brook at last and he baited my hook while I caught our basket nearly full of little trout. Coming back we lost the trail and presently the Comptroller stopped and said:
"Bart, I'm 'fraid we're going wrong. Let's sit down here and take a look at the compass."
He took out his compass and I stood by his knee and watched the quivering needle.
"Yes, sir," he went on. "We just turned around up there on the hill and started for Alder Brook again."
As we went on he added: "When you're in doubt look at the compass. It always knows its way."