At discovering that there was no sudden peril both the defenders of the camp laughed at their fears.
“Welcome back, fellows!” sang out Lub; “didn’t expect you so soon, and supper is not even started yet. But after we’ve heard your report we’ll get busy.”
“Did you go all the way over?” asked X-Ray, eagerly.
“We sure did,” replied Ethan.
“And perhaps now you learned what the row was about?” continued Lub.
“They were having a dance,” said Ethan, with a suggestive grin.
“It must have been because they were half drunk, then,” sneered X-Ray.
“Nope; perfectly sober, so far as we could learn from their chef. You see, Mr. Bodman and his two sportsmen guests were coaxed to dance against their will. Every time a gun went off, and the bullet kicked up the snow and dirt near their feet they had to jump all the harder!”
Of course it was Ethan’s object to arouse the wonder of the other pair, and to judge from the puzzled expression on their faces he had already succeeded in doing so.
“Oh! come on, and tell us all about it,” said Lub.