“Not a bit,” said the Ranger.
“Joe, can you have breakfast ready then?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mills, will you breakfast with us?”
“Thanks—I sure will if Joe makes the coffee.”
“Then it’s settled. Now, Tom, you can go to bed as early as you like. I’m going to turn in right away.”
(“Sounds like a hint!”) Joe whispered.
Tom nodded. He saw that the camp was all right, bade the doctor good-night, and with Joe and Mills walked up the path toward their camp.
“Well, Joe,” Mills said, “they’re keeping you busy, eh? Sorry you can’t come along to-morrow—we might find a hole somewhere for you to fall into.”
“I’ll let Spider do a few flipflaps now,” said Joe. “I’ve had my turn.”