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After all it was hardly more than fun for Max and his comrades, because they were all fairly stout fellows, and accustomed to an active outdoor life. They were back again before the owner of the little shop expected they could have gone half the distance. "It's all right, sir," Bandy-legs hastened to assure Mr.
I hope one of them same floods don't take a notion to swoop down this way while we're camped on Catamount Island!" declared Bandy-legs. "Oh, well, we'd get home in a hurry if it did," remarked Steve, indifferently. "You know, they said our canoes couldn't sink, because they've got air tanks fitted away up in the bow and back in the stern.
Now, I want you to k-k-know that I think Obed the s-s-straight g-g-goods, and I'm taking a heap of s-s-stock in seeing that bully f-f-fur f-f-farm of his tomorrow; ain't you, Max?" "Certainly I am," replied the other, without a second's hesitation. "In the first place, Bandy-legs, you must understand that nobody could talk so interestingly on a subject unless he knew a lot about it.
"Count me in," came from Owen, smilingly; for whatever Max thought right, his cousin could usually be depended on to back up. "And I move we make it unanimous; because I don't just like being the only one on the other side," Bandy-legs ended up with. "That settles it, then; so come along, and we'll keep on to the upper end of the island," Max suggested, leading off, gun in hand.
Bandy-legs shuffled a little nearer the recumbent bulldog, and the hand he held behind him really clutched his open knife, with the keen blade ready to do its duty by that rope. Shack and Toby sat close together.
"And it also told us," Owen continued, "that there were a lot of little fur-bearing animals living along the stream, with a mighty strong taste for fresh-water clams." "As what?" asked Bandy-legs. "Oh! mink, otter, muskrats, raccoons, and perhaps fisher. All these used to be plentiful through these parts in years gone by.
I'm not that big a silly," chuckled Bandy-legs, starting off; "come on, Max." Max saw a chance to remark in a low voice to his cousin: "He knows all about it, and has promised to keep a close tongue." "Then you told him when you were alone here this morning?" remarked Owen, and his tone announced that he doubted the propriety of confiding in Bandy-legs.
All seemed to be in high spirits, even Steve joining with a vim in the school songs so dear to their hearts. Then, as the hour grew later, they began to yawn; and first Toby crawled inside the tent, then Owen, and finally Steve, Bandy-legs, and Max. Apparently the idea of keeping guard over the camp had been abandoned, now that they knew Jim and his father were honest.
"I was thinking that myself, Bandy-legs," Max admitted; "it may be that their keen scent has gotten wind of the smell from our cooking supper at last, and started them this way, bent on making a raid on our stores." "Whatever can we do?" entreated Mazie, looking to Max to get them out of this new difficulty, for as everybody knew he always had a plan ready.
"R-r-reckon I know," grumbled Toby, as stubborn as he could be; "and I'll b-b-believe it till you p-p-prove the other way." So, of course, Bandy-legs, feeling that he had been challenged, sprung to his feet. "I'll do it, then, just to show you!" he exclaimed, as he made for the opening of the tent. A minute later they heard him grumbling and growling within.