“What’s the axe fer?”
“O tables, and a tent, perhaps.”
“And birch bark,” added the guide.
“Birch bark? I thought you cut that off with penknives. O, can we get a lot, to carry home?”
“Don’t see why not, ef you c’n stan’ the work.”
“Has Pet another watch?” asked Randolph suddenly. “She said something about it in her last letter to you, Bess, didn’t she?”
“No. Her father thinks it was careless of her to lose it, now that it’s certain it didn’t go into the pond when she fell overboard.”
“I should like to know what’s the matter with Tom,” broke in Kittie. “He’s acted queer, ever since that day.”
“Yes,” said Mr. Percival soberly. “I’m troubled about the boy. He isn’t his old merry self at all.”
“What did he say about the Indians that afternoon, Uncle?”