"Not a bit of it, Jack."
"Well, by gum!" The big boy spitefully kicked a glowing ember back into the flames. "We're in a pretty fix now—but I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"That we were goin' to run up against somethin' hard pretty soon."
"Well, Dick and I ran up against a heapin'-over measure o' hard things down there," said Tim, solemnly, holding up his scratched hands for inspection. "Say, is there a bite to eat?"
Bob Somers pointed to a brace of quail lying on a piece of bark.
"Dave and I went back into the woods," he explained. "Seems to be all kinds of game about; it didn't take us long to get these."
"Which one of you chaps rode out on the end of the cliff?" asked Dick Travers, casually.
"On the end of the cliff!" echoed Bob. "Neither Dave nor I was anywhere near it."
"Well, then, whoever it was looked just too cute for words; you, Sam?"