"Hindenburg gets free range for the night," volunteered Hippy. So, with the bull pup on watch, all hands turned in, for an early start was to be made on the following morning. They were awakened by his barking at daybreak.
Joe Shafto was hallooing to them.
"Git a hustle on ye," she called in answer to Tom Gray's answering hail.
There was a scramble in the camp of the Overlanders, for they desired to show their guide that they were no novices at breaking camp and getting under way. Just as they were finishing their breakfasts Joe led over June and July, and waited observantly while Tom and Hippy rolled their belongings into packs which Mrs. Shafto lashed to the mules with her own hands.
"Ye see the twins don't like to have strangers monkeyin' around 'em," she explained. "I'll git goin' now and ye kin foller along. I've got to git Henry first."
"Eh? What's that?" demanded Hippy.
"I don't go nowheres without my Henry."
"You—you aren't going to take that beast with you, are you, Mrs. Shafto?" cried Emma.
"I sure be, and I reckon ye'll be mighty glad to have him along before we git through with this here hop into the Big Woods."
Emma groaned dismally.