"Good boy," cried Andy.
Next Don described their journey with Tim ranging around as scout. When he told of laying out the haversacks Larkins' face went red.
"Were you fellows hiding behind that brush?" he demanded.
"You bet," said Don. "We hid the haversacks there after you went on.
You'll find Tim's handkerchief tied there now."
A grudging look of admiration came into the Fox leader's eyes. "It was some plan," he admitted, "and it surely fooled us. That's one we owe you, Tim."
Tim laughed.
The story was over at last, and the position of the sun warned the troop that it was time to start for home. At Mr. Wall's orders a coat stretcher was made and Don was lifted in. Just before the start he thought of something.
"What became of the Eagles?" he demanded.
"Shucks!" said Larkins. "They built a fire the first night, and we sneaked up and bagged them."
Tim looked at Don miserably, and Don flashed a glance that told him to forget it. It was their secret. Nobody would ever know.