They finally reached camp, and had a light luncheon ready before Julie returned. She came down the trail sprightly, with one hand holding something behind her, and singing as she came.
"Where have you been, Julie?" asked several of the scouts.
"Did you find out what you went for?" asked others.
"Yep! I learned that we have among us the queerest sort of creature, girls. It really walks on two legs, holds its head upright, and belongs to the fox class. I tracked it right to our midst," laughed Julie.
The scouts seemed perplexed, and Julie, too full of her discoveries to tease very long, said, "His name is 'Foxy Grandpa,' and you all know him well!"
Every eye glanced at Mr. Gilroy, and he laughingly replied, "Why do you all seem to think I am that animal?"
"Because you are, Gilly!" retorted Julie. "And I'll prove it now, to every one's satisfaction."
"First, then: Did Hiram miss any calves or pigs or other domestic animals from his barnyard yesterday?"
Mr. Gilroy threw up both hands in submission when he saw the knowing look in the leader's eyes.
"Because here are the molds we made of the tracks found in the forest, girls. And here are molds I made of the heifer, a pig, the Great Dane, and a chicken, at the bungalow. Can you find any difference?"