Sure enough, Jim cut up the musquash, and gave evidences of satisfaction at finding them so plump.
As the afternoon began to wane Bandy-legs surprised his chums by actually volunteering to go out and gather wood for the fire.
This was really such an unusual occurrence that Max surveyed the other curiously as he passed out.
He wondered if Bandy-legs, generally quite lazy, had seen the error of his ways and meant to reform.
It appeared that Max was not the only one who thought this action odd, for Owen spoke of it.
"What d'ye suppose struck that boy?" he remarked.
"Never knew him to volunteer to do a thing before," declared Max.
"I should say not," Steve broke in. "Generally speaking, we have to use a stuffed club on Bandy-legs to get him to do anything but eat."
Toby chuckled.
"Gr-g-great s-s-stunt," he ejaculated, "g-g-got him anxious to t-t-try stewed m-m-m-m—" But that name was really too much for Toby, who had to be satisfied by pointing at the kettle in which Trapper Jim had placed the dismembered musquash.