Quickly they scrambled out from their hiding place, descended the stairs and crouched by the fire.
"Well, what now?" asked Harvey. "Guess we'll turn in, eh?"
But Henry Burns was already snuggling in among the meal-bags.
"I'm going to sleep, Jack," he said. "Didn't you hear old Ellison say everything was 'all right'?"
"Yes. I wonder what he meant," said Harvey.
"Oh, he said that just to please us," chuckled Henry Burns. "Good night."
The bright sun of a clearing day awoke them early the next morning, and they lost no time in quitting the mill.
"Jack," said Henry Burns, as he followed his companion across the planking of the flume, "you look like an underdone buckwheat cake. There's enough flour on your back for breakfast."
"I'd like to eat it," exclaimed Harvey. "I'm hungry enough. Let's get the canoe and streak it for Benton."
They were drawing their canoe up the bank, a few moments later, to carry it around the dam, when something away up along shore attracted their notice. There, perched in a birch tree, in the topmost branches, with her weight bending it over till it nearly touched the water, they espied a girl, swinging. Then, as they looked, she waved a hand to them.