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Updated: May 20, 2025
All was peace in the Overland camp again, and, while they were waiting for daylight, Tom and Hippy hammered their mess kits back into shape with an axe, greatly to the amusement of their companions. As the graying skies finally brought out in relief the tops of the trees, Elfreda, who had been gazing up at them, uttered a sudden exclamation. "What is that up there?" she exclaimed.
"Bless her dear heart," said David, "she is always thinking of the pleasure of others. Now about the football game. Bring your girls along and I'll do my best to give them a good time, although I'm generally anything but a success with new girls. However, Hippy makes up for what I lack. He can entertain a regiment of them, and not even exert himself.
The guide produced his heavy clasp-knife, provided with a can- opening attachment, and pried the cover loose. "Do you wish to open it, Brown Eyes?" asked Hippy, holding the box up to Grace. She shook her head. "Then here goes for better or for worse," announced Lieutenant Wingate, throwing open the cover and revealing the contents of the box to the eager gaze of the Overlanders. "Fiddlesticks!
"Whut's that over thar?" he exploded, pointing to where the carcass of Elfreda's bear was faintly discernible, hanging by its hocks from a pole suspended between two trees. The constable strode over and peered at what was left of Mr. Bruin. "So, that's what yer up to in these 'ere mountings, eh?" Hippy shrugged his shoulders. "You win," he said. "What is the answer?"
When the last package had been opened, Santa Claus removed his huge white beard, slipped out of his scarlet bath robe bordered with cotton and stood forth as Hippy Wingate; while Father Time set his sickle carefully up in one corner, divested himself of his flowing beard and locks, took off David's gray dressing gown and appeared as Tom Gray.
"My wife won't let me. Of course you are not bound by any such restrictions," reminded Hippy. Tom suddenly broke into a run. The others followed, calling to him to know what was wrong, but the forester did not at first answer, as he sped towards their camp, leaping logs and other obstructions in his path. "Hurry!" he shouted, upon reaching the scene. "What is it?" called Hippy.
Hippy and Reddy had joined the group just then. "Yes, here you are. Tom and I can't take you all up in the carriage, but I want you to follow us, if your parents and guardians have no objections. I have arranged a little supper to celebrate Anne's victory. I am sorry she can't come to her own party, but she may hear all about it afterwards and the rest of you shall make merry for her."
Nora's and Jessica's mourning heads bobbed up from Grace's shoulders with simultaneous alacrity. "Hippy!" gasped Nora. "Do I look as though I'd been crying? I wouldn't have him know it for the world." "Reddy!" recognized Jessica. "Are my eyes a sight?" "Also David and Tom," added Anne. "No, children, you haven't wept enough to permanently disfigure your charming faces.
"Lindy Silver." "He grabbed my hands and jerked me into the cave. Then he struck me," explained Grace, who had opened her eyes and now sat up. "The scoundrel!" exclaimed Hi, jerking the man to his feet. At Hi Lang's suggestion, Hippy and the two girls went up to the camp. It was an hour later when the guide joined them. "The fellow's name is not Silver. He's Steve Carver," Hi informed his hearers.
"It might be wise to hang onto your dog, Hippy," advised Tom. "You are to show us the way to Shafto's, I presume?" questioned Tom Gray, addressing the boy again. "Naw. I reckon you can find the way yourself. Can't spare the time. I got a fall job in the woods over near the reservation. You take the main road straight north from here till you git to Bisbee's Corners.
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