After the departure of the team the boys set about enjoying themselves after their various ideas of pleasure. Horses could not drag Will far away from that blessed camera of his, and he was forever experimenting with new pictures.
"I tell you, fellows, I'm going to have the dandiest lot for our album you ever saw," he declared when they took him to task for not entering into the water sports with more fervor.
"Yes, and I give you my word I know the one that will hold the chief place in that same album," remarked Jerry sarcastically.
"Which might that be?" asked Will calmly.
"The one which Bluff took of you sticking in that quicksand, with good old Peter hitched to a rope, ready to yank you out."
"Oh, well, I did think of giving that one a place alongside the picture of you being chased around that tree by those ferocious wild dogs. I've considered that the prize of the entire collection heretofore," remarked Will smoothly.
Then the laugh was on Jerry, for he did not like to recall that fierce episode, related in the first volume of this series.
"All right; but I got the whole bunch of them in the end, you'll remember," he said defiantly.
"So you did, Jerry, and nobody could have done finer," remarked Frank, throwing cooling water on the little flames.
On the following day the team came back, and they kept the deputy over night. He reported that the wounded man had stood the rough journey better than was anticipated, and that the doctor had openly commended the treatment which the young camp physician had commenced. He said that but for the prompt relief afforded, the condition of the sufferer must have been much worse.