IN CAMP ON THE BIG SUNFLOWER

By

LAWRENCE J. LESLIE

[Illustration: MAKING PREPARATIONS FOR THE FEAST]

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. --AN ALARM IN THE CAMP

II. --TREASURE HUNTING

III. --WHAT OWEN KNEW

IV. --THE UNKNOWN SHELL GATHERERS

V. --A PUZZLER FOR MAX

VI. --THE FIRST CROP FROM THE RIVER

VII. --BANDY-LEGS WANTS TO KNOW

VIII. --A GREAT FIND

IX. --MAX WONDERS STILL MORE

X. --AT DEAD OF NIGHT

XI. --THE NEW COOK SPRINGS HIS SURPRISE

XII. --DANGER AHEAD ON THE TRAIL

XIII. --MAX PLAYS THE GOOD SAMARITAN

XIV. --SETTING THE MAN TRAP AGAIN

XV. --THE MYSTERY SOLVED--CONCLUSION

IN CAMP ON THE BIG SUNFLOWER. 

CHAPTER I. 

AN ALARM IN THE CAMP. 

"Hey, Bandy-legs, what d'ye suppose ails Toby there?"

"He sure looks like he'd just seen a ghost, for a fact, Steve. Where areMax and his cousin Owen just now?"

"Oh, they walked down along the river bank to look for signs of fresh-waterclams. So we'll just have to run things ourselves, Bandy. Hello! there, Toby, what under the sun are you staring at?" and the boy called Stevejumped to his feet as he called out. 

It was night in the woods, with a cheery camp fire blazing close to wherethe restless river fretted and scolded along its crooked course. 

The boy called Toby, whose last name happened to be Jucklin, also scrambledto his feet when thus hailed by his campmate, Steve Dowdy. 

He was a broad-shouldered chap, unusually husky in build, and apparently asstrong as an ox; but all his life poor Toby had been afflicted with anunfortunate impediment in his speech that gave him no end of trouble. 

When the third boy also stood erect it was plain to see how he came by hisname. His legs were bowed, and appeared too short for his body. "Now openup and tell us what you saw, Toby, " demanded Steve, who was by natureinclined to be what his chums called "bossy. "

"L-l-land's sake, didn't you s-s-see it, fellows?" asked the troubled one, his voice trembling with the excitement under which he was laboring. 

"Stick a pin in him, Steve, " advised Bandy-legs; "that's the easiest way tomake him talk straight English, you know. "

"Don't you dare try it, now, I tell you, " warned the other, forgetting toeven stutter in his indignation. "I'm going to tell you about it just whenI'm good and ready. G-get that, now?"

"Please commence then, Toby, " pleaded the shorter boy. "Was it a real ghostyou saw, or a snake? I'm terribly set against the crawlers, you remember. "

"S-shucks! 'Twan't no s-snake, Bandy; I give you my word for that. But ithad the awfulest glittering eyes you ever s-saw, boys. "

"Wow! listen to that for a starter, will you?" cried Steve. 

"Keep going, Toby; don't let up now, " begged the boy with the crooked legs. 

"I just couldn't make out for sure, b-but b-back of the eyes I thought Icould see----"

"Oh, what?" asked Bandy-legs, feverishly. 

"A long body just l-like that of a b-b-b----" Toby seemed to swell up as hetried in vain to say the word he wanted, but it was apparently hopeless. 

"Why don't you whistle, Toby, you silly?" cried Steve. 

"Yes, that always helps you out, you know, " the short boy declared, as heclapped a hand on the shoulder of the now red-faced stammerer. 

Upon which Toby screwed up his rather comical face, puckered his lips, andemitted a sharp whistle. 

Strange to say, the action seemed to cure him for the time being of histrouble. 

"Was it a bear?" asked Bandy-legs, impatiently. 

"Come off, " remarked the other; "I was only going to say it looked like abig cat. "

"He means a wildcat, Steve!" exclaimed one of those who listened with allhis nerves on edge. 

"Or, perhaps, it might have been a panther, " remarked Steve, a tinge ofeagerness in his voice, for Steve wanted to distinguish himself while onthis camping trip by doing some wonderful exploit. 

"And here we stand like a lot of gumps, when our guns are within reach. Right now that terrible beast may be making ready to jump on us. "

As the short-legged boy spoke he made a flying leap in the direction ofthe tent that had been erected. 

Both of his campmates were at his heels, and doubtless quite as anxious ashimself. 

There was a confused series of sounds following their disappearance. Thenthey came crawling out again, each one gripping some sort of weapon. 

"Now, show me your blessed old tiger cat!" cried Steve, handling adouble-barreled shotgun valiantly. 

"Yes, who cares for a measly wildcat; let him step up and get what's comingto him!" declared Bandy-legs, who was waving the camp hatchet ferociously. 

"I'm b-b-badgered if I c-c-care what it is right now. This rifle belongingto Max h-h-holds six bullets, fellows, " spluttered Toby. 

"Listen!" exclaimed Steve, with more or less authority in his voice. 

"Oh, what did you think you heard, Steve?" asked the wielder of thehatchet. "Was it a whine, a cry just like a baby'd make? I've heard that'sthe way these panthers act just before they spring. Be ready, both of you, to shoot him on the wing. "

"Rats! It was voices I heard, " declared Steve. 

"Then it must be Max and Owen coming back to camp from the river, "Bandy-legs asserted. 

"Just as like as not, " Steve admitted. 

"But what if the savage beast drops down on the shoulders of our chums?"said the other in tones that were full of horror. 

"C-c-come on, b-b-boys!" panted Toby. 

"Where to?" demanded Steve. "I'm comfortable just as I stand. What's eatingyou now, Toby Jucklin?"

"D-d-didn't you see, we've j-j-just got to warn our c-c-chums, ands-s-stand that t-t-terrible beast off? H-h-hurry, boys!"

"Yes, I see _you_ hurrying, " said Steve, with a laugh; "why, you'dfall all over yourself, Toby, and perhaps try to swallow our only hatchetin the bargain. Besides, there's no need of our sallying forth to standguard over Max and Owen, because here they come right now. "

"Sure they are, " declared Bandy-legs, "and mebbe we'll be able to find outwhether it was a wildcat Toby saw, a panther, or one of those awful Injundevils they say come down here from the Canada woods once in a long time. "

"All right, you c'n laugh all you l-like, " the boy who stammered said, obstinately; "but wait and s-s-see what Max says. "

The two boys, who strode into the camp just then, eyed the warlike groupwith positive surprise. 

"What's going on here?" asked the one in the lead, who seemed to be awell-put-up lad, with a bold, resolute face, clear gray eyes, and ofathletic build. 

"Why, you see, Max, " began Steve in his usual impetuous way, "Toby herethought he saw a hungry cat sizing us up, being in want of a dinner; andso we got ready to give him a warm reception. "

"Y-y-you b-b-bet we did!" exclaimed the party in question, shaking hishatchet ferociously. 

The boy called Max turned and looked toward his cousin Owen, and there weresigns of amusement in his manner. 

"D'ye suppose it could have been a bobcat?"

Steve went on, he having his own opinion, which was to the effect that Tobyhad imagined things. 

"Suppose we find out?" suggested Max, promptly. 

"Oh, no use asking _him_!" declared Steve. "As soon as he tries totell he gets to tumbling all over himself. He saw a pair of staring eyes, and imagined the rest. For my part, I've made up my mind 'twas only alittle old owl. "

Bandy-legs laughed, while Toby grunted his disgust. 

"Huh! think so, d-d-do you, Mister Know-it-all? J-j-just you wait ands-s-see, " he remarked. 

"Wait for what?" demanded the scoffing Steve. 

"Why, Max is g-g-going to find out, " asserted Toby. "G-g-guess owls don'tleave tracks, d-d-do they? Well, Max c-c-can soon tell us. Huh! an owl!"

"Oh, I reckon we'll soon be able to settle that part of it, all right, "said Max, soothingly, for he saw that his two friends were growing a littletoo earnest in their dispute. 

"T-t-told you s-s-so, " chuckled Toby. 

"Now, first of all, Toby, answer me a few questions, please, " began Max, steadily. 

"S-s-sure I will; just c-c-crack away, " the other piped up, cheerfullyenough. 

"Sit down again in exactly the same place where you were at the time yousaw these yellow eyes staring at you--they were yellow, all right, Isuppose?" Max continued. 

"R-r-reckon I did s-s-say that, " admitted Toby, "b-b-but I might's wellconfess right n-n-now that I couldn't s-s-say for sure whether the eyeswere g-g-green or y-y-yellow. All I k-k-know is they s-s-stared likeanything at me. "

"Listen to him, would you!" exclaimed Steve; "he's backing off his perchI tell you, taking water to beat the band. "

"T-t-tain't so, " stoutly declared Toby. "I s-s-saw the eyes, and believedI c-c-could make out all the rest. G-g-go on, Max; what's next?"

"Are you sitting in the same place?" asked the other, quietly. 

"I am, " replied Toby. 

"Now point exactly to the spot where, as you say, you saw the staringeyes, " Max went on. 

"T-t-that's easy done. S-s-see where that bunch of wintergreen p-p-pokes upl-like the tuft of an Injun's war bonnet--r-r-right there it was, Max. "

"All right, " remarked the other, quickly. "Now, the rest of you just holdyour horses a bit and give me a chance to look around. "

"You bet we will, " declared Bandy-legs. 

"If anybody can find out the facts, Max will, " asserted Steve. 

The four boys watched with considerable interest to see what Max would do. They had the greatest confidence in this chum, whose knowledge of thingspertaining to the woods far exceeded that of any other member of the club. 

First of all Max stepped to the fire, and they could see that he waslooking it over carefully. 

"He's after a torch, that's what, " asserted Steve. 

"S-s-sure he is, " echoed Toby. 

"There, he's found what he wants, " declared the boy with the crooked legs;"and it's a jim dandy one, too. Now he's heading for the place you saw yourbig cat, Toby. "

"N-n-never said 'twas _my_ cat!" flashed up the other, aggressively. 

"Well, you're the only one that saw the beast, anyhow, " declaredBandy-legs, stoutly. 

"Oh, let up on all that talk, fellows, and watch what Max does, " Stevebroke in, impatiently. 

"And, " remarked Owen Hastings, speaking for the first time, "if it shouldturn out to be any sort of a wild animal, look out how you shoot. "

"I s-s-should s-s-say yes, " added Toby. "G-g-go mighty slow, boys, w-w-while our c-c-chum is in front. "

"Then don't you think of throwing that tomahawk, Toby, remember, " cautionedBandy-legs. 

"Shucks! you're only t-t-talking to hear yourself, " grunted the other, in scorn. 

Meanwhile Max had advanced, torch in hand. 

He gave no evidence of any concern, and to all appearances seemed to takevery little stock in the possibility of meeting with some species ofdangerous wild beast. 

They saw him bend down, and at the same time thrust the blazing fagot ofwood closer to the ground. 

"He's discovered something, sure as you live, and I bet you it's a track, "asserted Bandy-legs. 

"Huh! s-s-see him pickin' something up. P'r'aps it's an owl's feather, "sneered Toby. 

"Now he's beckoning to us to come on, fellows!" cried the eager Steve. 

With that the entire bunch started forward, filled with a desire to learnwhat Max had discovered. 

He was smiling as they hurriedly approached, and yet at the same time thefrown upon his face told that Max found himself puzzled. 

"Say, was it a w-w-wildcat?" bubbled forth Toby. 

"Or a big Virginia horned owl?" demanded Steve. 

Max shook his head to both questions. 

"Nixy, fellows, you've got another guess coming, " he remarked, soberly. "Fact is, the eyes Toby saw staring at him through the bushes belongedto a half-grown boy, and a badly scared one at that!"

CHAPTER II

TREASURE HUNTING. 

Strange to say, Toby, usually the last to gather his wits together, was onthis occasion the first to give expression to his overwrought feelings. 

"Gee! that's a s-s-screamer you're g-g-giving us, Max, " he burst out with. 

"But what makes you say it's a boy, Max; why not a man, when you're aboutit?" asked the skeptical Steve. 

Max held up something he clutched in his hand. 

"That's a boy's cap, reckon you'll all admit, " he asserted, quietly. 

"It sure looks like it, " admitted Bandy-legs, bending forward to examinethe article in question. 

"And a mighty tattered cap in the bargain, I should say, " remarked Owen, who was something of a bookworm, filled with a theoretical knowledgeconcerning subjects that, as a rule, his cousin Max had personalacquaintance with. 

"All right, " Max went on, "I found this here, right where Toby saw thestaring eyes. But that isn't all, fellows. Look down where I point, andtell me what you see. "

Bandy-legs and Toby could not make anything out of the queer-looking marksthey saw revealed by the light of the torch. 

With the others it was different. 

"Somebody's been kneeling here, for a fact, " declared Steve. 

"Here's where his knees pressed in the earth; and you can see how his toesdug holes yonder, " Owen remarked, pointing. 

"Just so, " Max went on; "and when you notice how short the distance betweenknees and toes is, you'll agree with me it was a boy. "

"That's all right, Max, " spoke up Steve; "but why would he be a scaredboy--why didn't the chump walk right into camp and join us?"

"Perhaps this boy has some reason to be afraid. Perhaps he got an idea inhis head that we'd come up here to hunt for him! And when he saw Tobylooking straight at him, he fell into a regular panic right away. "

"You m-mean he s-s-s-s----" and finding that the word was going to provetoo much for him Toby quickly puckered up his lips, gave a little whistle, and wound up by speaking the objectionable word as plainly as anyone couldhave done--"skedaddled?"

"Yes, ran away as fast as he could, " Max continued. "I'm sure of that fromthe tracks he made, and only wonder how he could have done the samewithout you hearing him. "

"Where are his tracks?" asked Steve. 

"Yes, show 'em to us, Max, " added Bandy-legs. 

"Look here, and here, and here, then. You can see by the size that thesefootprints were made by a boy. And, yes, his shoes are just about fallingto pieces in the bargain. He's got one tied with a piece of twine, wrappedseveral times around. "

"Gosh! however do you know that, Max?" asked the astonished Bandy-legs. 

"Why, once you learn how to read signs, it's as easy as falling off a log, "laughed Max, as he proceeded to show them just how he figured things out. 

"That's t-t-too bad, " muttered Toby. 

"Just why?" inquired Max. 

"If he'd only had the n-n-nerve to step up, and m-m-make our acquaintance, there's that bully pair of m-m-moccasins, you know, I'd like to haveg-g-given him. Always pinch my t-t-toes dreadful. Just f-f-fit him, Ibet, " declared Toby, who had a very warm heart. 

"Well, it's too late now, because the fellow's far enough away by now, "commented Max. 

"Perhaps we might happen to run across him some other time?" suggestedSteve, consolingly. 

"Like as not, " the other remarked, "and now, let's return to the camp, andthink of what we'll have for supper. I'm as hungry as a bear, for one. "

"Same here, " declared Bandy-legs enthusiastically; for, though short ofstature, he was known to have full stowage capacity when it came todisposing of appetizing food. 

There was soon more or less of a bustle around the camp. Each one seemedwilling to help, and from the orderly way in which they went about theirseveral tasks it was evident that these campers had reduced things tosomething of a system. 

And while the supper is in process of preparation it might be as well forus to learn a little more about these five lively lads. 

They belonged in the town of Carson, which lay some fifteen miles to thesouth of the camp. 

Always warm friends and chums, they had lately organized themselves intoa little club, which they called the Outing Boys of Carson. The mainobject of this association was camping out, and having a good timegenerally. But Max and Owen had by degrees conceived ideas far in advanceof these early plans. 

It was on account of these ambitious projects that they had now come upinto this wilderness where the boys of Carson were never known topenetrate before. 

Max had a good home, and his cousin Owen, who was an orphan, livedwith him. 

Steve was the only son of the leading grocer in Carson, which fact morethan once aroused the keen jealousy of Toby Jucklin, who, like Bandy-legs, never seemed able to get enough to eat. 

Toby himself lived with an uncle, and perhaps this gentleman did not fullyappreciate the enormous appetite of a growing boy, and failed to satisfyhis needs. Besides, Nathan Jucklin was known all over that section asclose-fisted, and capable of "squeezing a penny. "

Then there was Bandy-legs. Of course he had a name by which he was knownamong his teachers at school and at home. It was Clarence; but to everyboy in town he went by the significant name of Bandy-legs. 

They had come up the narrow and tortuous Evergreen River in a couple of oldboats, capable of carrying all the camp material; though so leaky thatfrequent baling out was necessary in order to keep things dry. 

Sometimes they had been able to use the oars to advantage, and cover a mileor two in pretty good fashion. 

Then, again, they were compelled to use poles in order to push the boats;or, else going ashore, drag them by means of long ropes, for the rapidswere swift. 

It had taken them from early morning to nearly dusk to cover thesefifteen-odd miles; but now that the camp was established, the tent up, thefire crackling, and supper being prepared, they forgot their tired backsand muscles. 

"Hey, Max!" called out Bandy-legs, turning around from where he wasattending to the bubbling coffee. 

"What is it?" asked the other, who had managed to arrange a temporary rudetable, a slab of wood having been brought along for the purpose. "Youforgot to tell us about it, don't you know?" the other went on. "Somehow, all the excitement about that silly kid in the bushes knocked it clean outof my head. "

"It did now, f-f-for a fact, " spoke up Toby. "So t-t-tell us what thep-p-p-p"--whistle--"prospects are, won't you?"

Max and his cousin exchanged a quick look, after which the former placed afinger on his lips. 

"Wait a little, Toby, " he said, cautiously. "When we gather around thefestive board, and get our heads close together, I've got some bully goodnews to tell the bunch of you. "

"H-h-hear that, will you, boys?" remarked Toby, in more or less excitement. 

"Say no more now, please. How about that coffee?" Max continued. 

"S-s-she's cooked to a turn, and I h-h-hope the rest of the g-g-grub isready, too. "

"All right here, " announced Bandy-legs, seizing the frying pan, which wasfilled with potatoes, seasoned with a few onions, and hurrying over towhere the low table had been arranged. 

Inside of five minutes they were busily engaged disposing of thesavory mess. 

Five hungry lads can make away with considerable food, given the chance;but all due allowance had been made for even the astonishing appetites ofToby and Bandy-legs, when making preparations for the feast. 

Once the edge was taken off their appetites, and the boys remembered thepromise made by Max. 

"Now tell us what luck you had, Max, " Steve asked, as he broke open a freshpaper package of crackers, and appropriated a generous portion of cheese. 

"Y-y-yes, that's the t-t-ticket!" exclaimed Toby. 

"I did promise, didn't I?" Max started out to say; "and it's time I kept myword. You know the idea wasn't mine at all, but came from Owen here, whohad been reading up on the subject. We wanted to discover some way ofearning a nice little sum of money this summer, in order to carry outcertain plans we've got in our minds; and among all the schemes hatched up, his one struck us as the smartest. "

"Besides, it gave us just the jolliest chance to come up here and pitchcamp, " asserted Steve. 

"Something we'd been talking of doing for ever so long, fellows, "Bandy-legs put in. 

"All of which is true, " Max went on to say. "Well, what was this brightlittle idea Owen sprung on us! Nothing more nor less than a treasure-hunting expedition. Only, instead of trying to unearth the gold and jewelssome Captain Kidd of these Northern woods has hidden away, we expect tofind something in the way of gems that no mortal eye has ever looked onup to now. "

Apparently these words of Max gave the others quite a thrill, for theyexchanged looks, and their faces betrayed evidence of intense interest. 

"Owen had taken a great deal of stock in this new industry of findingpearls in mussels, or fresh-water clams, " Max went on. "He managed to learnthat long ago our river had been pretty well stocked with these shellfish, though the town people had eaten them up clean. But Owen believed, and Iagreed with him, that some miles up-stream the chances were we might find agood lot of mussels, big fellows that had never been disturbed except bysome hungry 'coon or fox. "

"And so we just made up our minds to start out on what seemed to be aninnocent camping trip, " broke in Steve, chuckling. "That would give us allthe chance we wanted to see whether there was anything in this pearl-fishing business along fresh-water streams. "

"And we're here, all right, ready for work, " remarked Bandy-legs. "Wouldyou mind passing me that frying pan, Owen? It's a shame to waste such a lotof tasty grub. "

"Huh! n-n-no danger, " grunted Toby, enviously. 

"We had to hurry for all we were worth to get up here before dark, " Steveremarked; "for Owen said the best place would be at the junction of the twolittle streams that go to make the Evergreen. And so we didn't have anychance to make a hunt on the way up. "

"But we saw lots of empty shells, you know, " broke in Bandy-legs. 

"Yes, looked as if muskrats, or something like that, had been living offmussels right along, " Steve admitted. 

"And so, while we made camp, our two learned leaders strolled up the riverknown as the Big Sunflower to see what the chances were for a crop, "Bandy-legs went on. 

"Now, please make your report, Max, because, you see, we're just burning upwith anxiety to know. A whole lot depends on whether we've come up here ona fool's errand or not. Did you find what you expected? Are the full shellshere a-plenty?"

And, smiling at the eagerness of Steve, Max drew out several large musselsfrom his pockets, which he clapped upon the rude table. 

"They're here, all right, boys, " he said, earnestly, "but as to whetherwe'll find any pearls in the same, that remains to be proven. "

CHAPTER III. 

WHAT OWEN KNEW. 

"Well, I declare, is that the kind of mussel they've been finding pearlsin?" demanded Steve Dowdy, as he took one of the long-shaped bivalves inhis eager hands, the better to examine it. 

"They agree with the description to a dot, " Owen replied, confidently;"and, to my mind, these seem particularly fat and promising. "

"T-t-tell me about that, now, will you?" gasped Toby, who was alsoexamining a prize. "S-s-say, Max, why looky here, I've picked up theses-sort of c-c-clams many a t-time when d-diving. "

"I reckon we all have, and opened them, too, to eat, " replied Max, with agood-natured laugh; "but not being wise to the pearl racket at the time, it never struck us that we ought to examine the shellfish closely beforeswallowing. "

"Bet you more'n one pearl has gone down my red lane then, " grinnedBandy-legs; "because, you see, I always used to be mighty fond of freshor pickled mussels. Say, perhaps I'm a walking jewelry shop right now, fellers. Mebbe I'm carrying around a whole pearl outfit. Wow! it makes mefeel uneasy-like. "

"D-d-don't you worry any, my b-b-boy, " broke in Toby; "no danger ofanybody t-t-trying to k-k-kidnap you, even if your pouch was lined withp-p-pearls. "

"That's wise of you to say such kind things, Toby! I'll remember it, too, "said the other, reproachfully. 

"But, see here, " remarked Steve, "what's to hinder us from breaking openthese mussels right now, and finding out if they've got anything worthsaving sewed up inside?"

"Be sure and keep the meat, then, fellows, " broke out the boy with thecrooked legs. "Two apiece all around means ten, and that ought to make anice little dish of stewed mussels. "

"Yes, j-j-just so, for t-two, " asserted Toby. 

Each boy thereupon set eagerly to work opening the pair of shellfish thathad fallen to his share. Being unfamiliar with the methods employed theywere doubtless all more or less clumsy. One by one they succeeded inaccomplishing the task, and immediately set to work examining the contentsfor any sign of a prize. 

Silence reigned for several minutes. Then Max addressed his four chums, inquiring:

"Are you all through?"

An affirmative answer came from each one of the others in turn. 

"What luck, Owen?" asked the master of ceremonies, turning upon his cousin. 

"Nothing doing here, " came the response. 

"How about you, Bandy-legs?" Max went on. 

"All a bluff; nary a show of color, " was the way the disappointed one madeanswer. 

"Steve?"

"Nixy, nothing from me. I've searched every particle of the blooming oldthings, but pearls seem to be as scarce as hens' teeth. Perhaps these ain'tthe right kind of fresh-water clams, after all. "

"Yes, they are, " replied Max; "and how is it with you, Toby?" and thereseemed to be something like confidence in the way he turned to the lastmember of the Ranger Boys' Club, for he had not been secretly watchingToby for nothing. 

"I found only a r-r-rotten little p-p-pebble, " replied Toby. 

"Let me see it, then?" asked Max. 

"Oh! c-c-come now, Max, you're j-just trying to string me. S-sure that uglylittle crooked thing could never be a valuable pearl?" remonstrated Toby. 

"Perhaps not, Toby, but all the same I'd like to take a look at it, "answered Max. 

"Fork over, Toby, " commanded Bandy-legs, with almost too great a vein ofauthority in his voice. 

The stutterer looked halfway belligerent; then, as if thinking better ofhis first desire for a wordy conflict, he passed the tiny object acrossthe table to Max. 

Both he and Owen examined it by the aid of a strong magnifying glass. 

"It's a pearl, all right, " announced Max, finally. 

"Oh! joy! joy!" exclaimed Toby, ready to leap to his feet and begin a jig. 

"But without any particular commercial value, " Owen said, once againfreezing the enthusiasm of the stammering, excited Toby. 

"All the same, it ought to encourage us to begin work dredging the BigSunflower, " remarked Steve, as he started in to examine the first find ofthe expedition. 

"It certainly will, " Owen declared. "But, see here, Max, what are yougrinning about?"

"He's found something in his old oyster, bet you a cooky!" ejaculatedBandy-legs, excitedly. 

"Is that so, Max? Did you see our friend Toby, here, and go him onebetter?" asked Steve. 

Max was still smiling broadly. 

"You've got me up against the fence, fellows, " he admitted. "Caught mewith the goods on, as they say. Yes, it's a fact, I _did_ findsomething in that second tough old mussel shell I opened. "

"Was it really a decent pearl, Max?" pleaded Steve. 

"Look for yourselves, boys, and tell me what you think. "

As he spoke, Max opened his left hand. 

The action allowed a small, milk-white object, much smaller than a pea, toescape. It rolled upon the board which composed the table; and as the fireburned brightly, all of the boys could easily examine it. 

One by one they picked the tiny white object up and held it at severalangles, to see how the glow of the fire seemed to reflect in faintprismatic colors from its surface. 

"Say, this _is_ a pearl, all right, and a jim-dandy one, too, "declared Steve, after he had had his turn at handling the discovery, "Iought to know, because my mother's got a string of the same--left to herby an old aunt over in England. "

"Owen, what d'ye suppose it's worth!" demanded Max, turning on his cousin. 

"Well, now, you've got me there, fellows, " declared the bookworm. "Yousee everything depends on how pure and perfect it happens to be. "

"That's a fact, " said Steve, thoughtfully, as he feasted his eyes on thelittle beauty. "D'ye know, fellows, I've always been fond of pearls. Why, when I was only a little kid my mother says I used to notice a ring my auntwore, and would hang around her all the time, wanting to touch the prettylittle gem. I reckon the old admiration still holds good. "

Steve even sighed as he reluctantly passed the new-found pearl along. Maxsmiled to notice how his eyes seemed to follow it. 

"Well, we've proved one thing, sure, " remarked Bandy-legs, as he scrapedthe skillet carefully for the third time, evidently believing it was asin to waste a single scrap of good food. 

"Yes, " spoke up Toby, who was watching this action with signs ofdisapproval, for he believed he would be compelled to complete his mealwith crackers and cheese; "we k-k-know now there are p-pearls in some ofthese b-b-blessed old m-m-m"--whistle--"mussels, there!"

"But don't let's get too big notions, fellows, " Owen thought fit to putin just then. 

Owen was what his teacher at school always described as "conservative. " Helacked the impulsive sanguine disposition of Steve. At the same time he wasno "croaker, " and far from being a "doubting Thomas. "

Owen often acted as a safety brake in connection with his chums. When someof them showed signs of rushing pellmell along the road, regardless ofdifficulties and unseen pitfalls, it was Owen who would gently draw themin, and counsel caution. 

They looked to him as a mentor, nor were any of them in the least offendedwhen he restrained their headlong rush. 

"In what way, Owen?" asked Steve. 

"You see, it's like this, " the other went on. "From what Max and I learned, we don't fancy there can be any great quantity of these mussels up here. Perhaps we won't find a single one along the other little stream, whichthey call the Elder River. "

"How about that, Max?" asked Bandy-legs. 

"It's the simple truth. I was told we might get a few of the shellfish upalong the Big Sunflower, but none in the water of the other creek, "replied the one addressed. 

"H-h-how do they account f-for that?" asked Toby, always eager to learn. 

"Must be something in the water that prevents mussels from breeding in theElder, " Owen replied; and so great was the confidence those fellows placedin the knowledge of their bookworm chum that not one of them dreamed ofdisputing his theory. 

"Go on, please, " Steve remarked. "You had it on your tongue to saysomething more, didn't you, Owen?"

"Only this. We might scrape in a hundred, five hundred or a thousandshellfish, and not be able to duplicate this lovely little gem once. "

"T-t-that's so, " observed Toby. "They s-s-say pearl hunting's theb-b-biggest lottery in the whole w-w-world. "

Steve was sitting there with his elbows on the table, both hands holdinghis head, and his eyes glued on the pearl that lay between them. 

"That would be a tough deal, " he muttered. "I'd give a heap to have ahandful of those pretty little things. My! just to think what luck tostrike one the first pop. "

"Besides, " Owen went on, lowering his voice, as he seemed to cast a quicksuspicious glance to the right and to the left, "that isn't all, fellows. "

His manner somehow thrilled Toby and Bandy-legs. Even Steve raised hishead to stare at Owen, though it required an effort for him to break thestrange spell the milk-white pearl seemed to have cast about him. 

"Tell us what you mean, Owen, " begged the broad-shouldered young Samson, with the bowed legs. 

"Yes, p-p-please do, b-because you s-s-see, we're all worked up now. "

"Then listen, fellows, " said Owen, impressively. "It's only fair, as Maxand myself have decided, that you should know all we've found out. "

"That's right, " muttered Steve. "As well as what we suspect, " Owencontinued, in the same mysterious way. 

Steve was so deeply impressed with the seriousness of Owen's manner, that, perhaps unconsciously, he allowed his hand to steal over to where thedouble-barreled shotgun leaned against the trees, and rest confidinglyupon the same. 

Max had occasion to remember afterwards just how much Steve was worked up. 

"Well, what was it?" asked Bandy-legs, after Owen had allowed some secondsto elapse. 

"For the last half mile, when we were pushing up toward the forks of theriver, " Owen went on, "we noticed that the empty shells along under thebanks seemed to grow more numerous. "

"Yes, and all of us felt tickled to see it, " broke in Steve, "because itwas a good sign. It told us the mussels were here, all right. "

"And it also told us, " Owen continued, "that there were a lot of littlefur-bearing animals living along the stream, with a mighty strong tastefor fresh-water clams. "

"As what?" asked Bandy-legs. 

"Oh! mink, otter, muskrats, raccoons, and perhaps fisher. All these usedto be plentiful through these parts in years gone by. I've heard of mentrapping them, but of late it's been lost sight of, so I reckon they'veincreased at a great rate. "

"Well, I don't see anything about that to bother us much, " argued Steve. "I reckon there'll be plenty for all of us. What the minks and musquashget won't keep us from making our try, will it?"

"No, " said Owen. "But it wasn't that I was speaking about. The fact is, wemade a disagreeable discovery a little while ago, when we went out toinvestigate--ran across a heap of mussel shells piled up by human agency, and not through that of fur-bearing animals in search of a meal. "

The three others who heard this startling fact for the first time stared atOwen, as if hardly able to grasp the full dimensions of the calamity thatthreatened their pet project. 

CHAPTER IV. 

THE UNKNOWN SHELL GATHERERS. 

Steve was, as usual, the first to recover from the sudden shock. 

"Whew! that sounds like a tough deal, fellows!" he remarked, with agrimace. "Here we are, thinking we've got the field all to ourselves; andexpecting to spring a big surprise on the sleepy folks of Carson when wecome marching home with a pocketful of valuable fresh-water pearls, thatwould give the Ranger Boys all the money they need to carry out their petplans. And squash! almost as quick as you can wink, it's all knocked into acocked hat. Yes, a tough deal, boys, and perhaps no more of these littlebeauties for us. "

He picked up the lone pearl again, as if unable to wholly resist itsattractions. 

"Huh! and instead of having the field all to ourselves, it looks like wemight be poaching on the preserves of some other fellow. "

Bandy-legs gave voice to his bitter disappointment after this fashion. 

"T-t-too bad, " muttered Toby, who seemed to feel that upon an occasion likethis every member of the club ought to allow himself to be heard. 

"Say, " broke out Steve, suddenly, "perhaps it's that little prowler Tobysighted spying on the camp?"

"I wonder!" exclaimed Bandy-legs, his face lighting up with new interest. 

"Perhaps the boy may have some connection with the gathering of theshells, " Owen went on, "but it was a man's big footprint we saw alongsidethe pile of empties when we struck a match. "

"What do you think about it, Max?" suddenly asked Steve, turning around tostare at the one he addressed. 

Max had apparently seemed quite content to let his cousin do the talking, for he had remained quiet during this discussion. 

Upon being directly appealed to, however, he was not at all backward aboutreplying. 

"I've been doing a heap of thinking since Owen and myself examined thatpile of shells, " he started in to say, "and if you care to hear theconclusion I've come to, all right. "

"You b-b-better b-b-believe we do, Max, " was Toby's immediate explosion. 

"Don't hold back a thing, " observed Steve; "because we're all dyed-in-the-wool chums; and what concerns one concerns all. "

"Cough it up, Max. We're holding our breath, you understand, wanting toknow. And none of us come from Missouri, either, " Bandy-legs observed, eagerly. 

Max smiled at the expressive way his comrades had of urging him on. Norcould he fail to be deeply touched by their confidence in his ability tofathom the puzzle. 

"I took occasion to examine some of those empty shells by the light ofother matches, " he continued; "and on many of them I was surprised to findplain marks of small teeth!"

"Wow! I'm g-g-getting on to what you're going to spring on us!" exclaimedToby, whose wits were not slow, if his speech had that affliction. 

"I don't believe any of those mussels had been opened by human hands, " Maxwent on to boldly declare. "Whoever is up here must be collecting them justfor the sake of the mother of pearl. You know, I suppose, that these shellsare used for making pearl buttons and such things?"

"Yes, they are worth so much a hundred pounds, " remarked Owen. "The priceis high enough to pay some men for collecting them when they can be foundin any decent quantities. "

"Then, Max, you don't think these parties are onto the pearl racket--isthat it?" asked Steve. 

"Honest Injun, boys, that's the conclusion I've reached after studying itout. They are just collecting the empty shells, and never dreaming how onelittle pearl like this would be worth perhaps a full ton of shells. " AndMax took the prize from Steve, who seemed a bit reluctant to let it go. 

Max had apparently made up his mind as to what would be a safe hiding placefor the little beauty. 

All of them watched him wrap the pearl in a wad of pink cotton, depositthis in a small cardboard box about two inches long by one wide, and halfas thick; which, in turn, was carefully thrust into a haversack hangingfrom the center pole of the tent. 

That same haversack was used as a "ditty" bag. All sorts of small articles, likely to prove useful in camp, were deposited in its capacious depths. Andwhen anything was wanted, the boys usually searched in this leather pocketbefore proceeding to any trouble. 

"A snug nest for our first prize, eh?" Bandy-legs took occasion to remark, as he watched how carefully Max pushed the little packet down into thedepths of this depository. 

"It sure ought to be safe there, " Steve declared, with a sigh as ofgenuine relief. 

"Nothing could happen to it, with five fellows sleeping around. And Max isso ready to wake up that he'd even hear a cat moving, " Owen remarked, witha laugh. 

"Do you expect we'll have any trouble with these pearl-shell gatherers, Max?" Steve demanded. 

"I hope not, " was the ready reply. "We don't expect to interfere with theirbusiness at all. Fact is, we'd just as lief turn over what shells we gatherto these parties to pay for trespassing on their preserves. "

"But not the pearls we find--if so be we're lucky enough to run acrossmore?" flashed Steve. 

"Surely not, " Max answered, sturdily. "They don't own this country; and I'msure they've got no lease on the waters of the Big Sunflower. So we havejust as much right up here as they do. But we're a peaceable crowd, youknow; that's one of the leading rules in the constitution of the RangerBoys' Club. "

"Yes, " chuckled Bandy-legs, "we're set on having peace even if we have tofight for it. "

"Well, " put in Toby, aggressively, "all I c-c-can s-s-say is, they'db-b-better think twice before t-t-trying to bother our crowd. We're onlyb-boys, but we've got rights. "

"Hear! hear!" broke out Bandy-legs, clapping his hands as if to encouragethe speaker. 

"And we know how to s-s-stand up f-for 'em, " wound up Toby, shutting histeeth hard on the last word, and looking very determined. 

"You bet we will, " remarked Steve. "I'd just like to see anybody have thenerve to try and steal that bully little gem we've captured first pop. Mystars! don't I hope we'll have the mate to it in short order. "

Presently the talk drifted to other things connected with their home lifein Carson. The names of several boys were mentioned; and from the wayBandy-legs and Toby expressed opinions of those same school fellows, itappeared that they suspected the others of having watched their movementsof late. 

"Lucky we played that fine trick, " the former declared, "and started on ourup-river voyage before daybreak, while Ted Shafter, Amiel Toots, ShackBeggs, and the rest of the gang were tucked away in their little trundlebeds fast asleep. "

"S-s-say, don't you b-b-believe there was a high j-j-jinks of a time to-daywhen Ted f-f-found we'd slipped away, and nobody knew where?"

"But they know we had boats, " remarked Max, "because we caught one of thecrowd spying on us. That's why we had to keep our stuff under lock andkey, with old Stump Griggs to watch it. "

"Yes, " complained Steve, bitterly, "because a fellow as mean as Ted iswouldn't stop a minute if he found a chance to upset our plans. Ten to onethe prowler old Stump scared away night before last was Ted himself; and Iwouldn't put it past that bad egg to burn the boathouse down, just to geteven with our crowd. "

"But the Outing Boys don't scare worth a cent, " declared Bandy-legs, givento boasting a little more than any of his chums. 

"Oh, well!" observed Max, cheerfully, "we expect to hide our boats in themorning, you know, and perhaps, even if Ted and his scrappers do work upalong this way, they won't find us. If we're wading in the river searchingfor mussels we're apt to hear them coming in time to get away. "

"Guess you're right there, Max, " said Owen. 

"Sure thing, " remarked Bandy-legs. "There ain't a time but what some ofTad's crowd are snapping at each other to beat the band. Every littlewhile a fight is on the carpet. Takes Tad half the time keeping peacein the family. "

"Huh!" chuckled Steve. "I've seen him do it by knocking down both of thescrappers, just as neat as you please. Ted likes that way of keeping thepeace. It gives him exercise, you see, and makes the fellow respect himmore 'n more. "

The supper tins were washed, and for quite a long time the five boys sataround the crackling fire, talking, writing in their note books, andamusing themselves in many ways. 

It was no longer dark. 

A moon, slightly past the full, had crept above the horizon before theyfinished supper; and while the trees prevented those in camp from gettingall the benefit of this fine sky lantern, for the most part the shadowsthat lurked in the woods were banished. 

Finally some of the boys began to show signs of sleepiness. Toby wasyawning about every minute, while Bandy-legs rubbed his eyes and stretchedhimself, like a tired boy nearly always does. 

"Guess it's about time we turned in, fellows, " Max declared, himselffeeling the effect of getting up at three o'clock in the morning in orderto leave town before peep of dawn. 

"That's what I say, " agreed Bandy-legs. "I'm sore all over from poling thatclumsy old boat up-river. And once I hit the straw you'll never hear a peepfrom me till morning. "

"Move we adjourn!" sang out Toby, so suddenly that he actually neglected tostammer. 

"All in favor say 'Aye'!" Max proceeded to observe; and immediately achorus of approval was the signal to send them hurrying into the tent. 

Ten minutes later and silence rested all over the camp on the BigSunflower. A hungry raccoon came prowling around, eager to pick up whatcrumbs had fallen from their table. The big moon climbed higher and higherin the clear sky, and, mounting above the tops of the trees to the east, looked down, and smiled upon the peaceful scene. 

Max was a light sleeper, just as one of his comrades had declared. 

No matter how sound his slumber appeared to be, if there happened to be anyunusual movement in the camp it was sure to arouse him. 

He did not know just how long he had been dead to the world at the timesomething moving caused him to open his eyes. 

The moon had climbed so high that he knew some hours must have passed. 

Yes, there was certainly some one moving about in the tent. Max, ofcourse, first of all thought of Ted Shafter and his cronies, and wonderedif, after all, the rival Carson crowd could have found them out. 

Next his thoughts flew to the unknown shell gatherers, and a suspicionthat perhaps one of them had invaded the camp, bent on stealing thevaluable pearl, filled his mind. 

This caused Max to raise his head, and turn his eyes toward the tent polewhere the haversack containing the precious pearl hung. 

Sure enough, there _was_ some one standing there, and actuallyfumbling with the bag. 

To the intense surprise of Max he recognized the dimly seen figure. 

It was Steve. 

CHAPTER V. 

A PUZZLER FOR MAX. 

Max could hardly believe his eyes. 

It seemed so remarkable for Steve to be examining the haversack at thismidnight hour. 

Perhaps the other had been dreaming, and as the pearl was much in his mindhe may have gotten up to ascertain whether the little package still reposedsafely in the pouch?

Max came to this conclusion as he lay there and watched. 

Steve seemed to give a satisfied grunt presently. Then he turned away, stepped gingerly over the forms of Bandy-legs and Toby, bent down for a fewseconds, as if fumbling with his clothes, and still muttering to himself, finally crawled under his own blanket. 

Max was chuckling as he dropped back on his rude pillow made of leaves thathad been crammed into a flour sack. 

"Guess Steve is deeper in this pearl business than the rest of us, " hemuttered, "since he has to climb out of a warm blanket just to make surenobody's got away with our first prize. Well, he's welcome to stand guard. Me to get some more sleep. "

So little impression did the circumstance make upon Max's mind that in lessthan five minutes he had drifted away once more to the borders ofslumberland. 

In the morning it was Owen who awakened the balance of the campers. 

"Here, suppose you fellows show a leg, and take a dip in the creek, " heannounced, poking his head into the tent. 

"I smell bacon!" cried Bandy-legs, as he sat up hurriedly. 

"And that must sure be the odor of c-c-coffee that comes s-s-stealing inhere!" declared Toby, bounding erect. 

Soon the four were floundering about in the cool waters of the BigSunflower. 

They did not prolong their bath because Owen had declared breakfast almostready. As Bandy-legs remarked, they could take a dip at any old time; butbreakfasts only cropped up once in every twenty-four hours. 

And, hence, it was not long before they were seated around the table, enjoying the bacon and fried eggs, hominy and coffee, that the cook ofthe morning had provided; flanked by an abundance of home-made bread andcountry butter. 

The conversation turned from one subject to another. First it was thechance of their being discovered and annoyed by the crowd that ran withTed Shafter. Then came talk of the mysterious shell gatherers, whose secretindustry the sudden coming of the Ranger Boys might interfere with. 

Max was several times tempted to bring up the subject of the pearl, just tofind an opportunity for asking Steve if it had been a bad dream that senthim from his warm blanket to make sure the little packet was safe. 

Then he decided to hold back just a little longer, and let one of theothers start the ball rolling. 

No doubt Steve would volunteer a satisfactory explanation without beingprodded, given time. 

Sure enough, it was Bandy-legs who brought the conversation around to thesubject of the pearl. 

He and Toby seemed to disagree as to the size of the prize, the latterstubbornly insisting that it was as large as a little marble. 

"Aw! rats! What is getting you, Toby!" exclaimed Bandy-legs, in disgust. "Sure you must have been dreaming over it, and things have been growingall night. I tell you it was smaller'n a pea even. "

"R-r-reckon I know, " grumbled Toby, as stubborn as he could be; "andI'll b-b-believe it till you p-p-prove the other way. "

So, of course, Bandy-legs, feeling that he had been challenged, sprungto his feet. 

"I'll do it, then, just to show you!" he exclaimed, as he made for theopening of the tent. 

A minute later they heard him grumbling and growling within. Then hisvoice came welling forth:

"Say, Max!"

"Hello!"

"Was I dreaming, or did I see you put that thing in this haversack?"

"You sure saw me, Bandy-legs, " replied Max, feeling a queer burningsensation dart all over his flesh, as though a suspicion of coming troublesuddenly took possession of him. 

"You tucked it away in pink cotton, didn't you?" demanded the one insidethe tent. 

"That's what he d-d-did, " answered Toby, before Max could speak. 

"And say, Max, did you take her out again?" asked Bandy-legs, reproachfully. 

"I did not, " answered Max, firmly. 

He shot a glance toward Steve. That individual seemed to be staring, justas the others were. Max could discover not the faintest indication on hispart of amusement. Indeed, he even looked indignant and aroused. 

"Well, all I c'n say then, is, it's mighty funny, " Bandy-legs kept onrepeating. 

"Can't you find the little cardboard box?" called out Max. 

"Not any; I tell you it ain't here!" came in reply. 

"Oh! s-s-shucks! you n-n-need a pair of specs I g-g-guess, Bandy!"jeered Toby. 

"Fetch the bag out here, " ordered Max; and as he was the recognized head ofthe club, his word in a case of this kind was law. 

The broad-shouldered boy quickly hove in sight. He was carrying the leatherhaversack; and his face seemed puckered up in a frown. 

"Specs, nothing!" he snapped. "Just you ram your paw inside, Toby Jucklin, and let's see how much better you c'n succeed. "

Of course, being thus challenged, Toby felt in honor bound to make thetrial. 

Everyone watched with rapidly growing interest; and when Max stole anotherlook at Steve he was more puzzled than before. 

Was Steve trying to play a trick on his chums; or could it be possiblethat the strong fascination which he admitted pearls always had for himwas tempting him to deceive his comrades?

Max hated to even allow such a suspicion to gain lodgment in his mind; butafter what he had seen, how could he help it?

He determined to say nothing to anyone, not even his cousin Owen, but justwatch developments. 

Of course Toby's confidence quickly gave way to something akin to dismay. He seemed to rattle the contents of the bag around again and again, butapparently without success. 

"Well, " scoffed Bandy-legs, realizing that it was his turn to crow, "whydon't you produce the goods, Toby? You said I needed specs, didn't you? Thefirst pair we find floating down the Big Sunflower goes on _your_nose. Why don't you show up? Let's see that little cardboard box. "

Toby withdrew his hand. 

He seemed about to try and peer within the leather pouch when the voice ofMax stopped him. 

"Turn it inside out, Toby!" said the leader, quietly. 

"Yes, dump everything on the table. That's the ticket!"

It was Steve himself who said this. 

If he was playing a joke Steve certainly knew how to keep a straight face. He looked eager, indignant, even alarmed; but Max could see not one singlesign of secret laughter. Even his eyes, those tell-tale orbs by which thesecret thoughts are so often betrayed, failed to disclose the twinkle Maxfully expected to find. 

Toby obeyed instructions. 

Quite a motley collection of various things that were apt to prove usefulrattled on the rough board table as he held the pouch up by two corners. 

The little cardboard box was missing. 

Toby, as if to make the matter so positive that there could be no mistake, even turned the bag inside out. 

"She's gone, fellows!" ejaculated Steve, hoarsely. "After all our boastingsome sly thief has crept right into our midst, and got away with ourlittle beauty! It's rotten luck, that's what I say. And for the life of meI don't see how he ever did it. "

Max opened his mouth, as though the temptation to speak was more than hecould stand; but he closed it quickly again. 

"I'll wait and see what his little game is, " he kept saying to himself. "If it's a trick, I never believed Steve would be guilty of such a thing. And he's carrying it out just like he meant it, too. "

The others were beginning to turn their eyes in the direction of Max. 

"You've always been such a light sleeper, Max; how is it you didn't hearthe thief creep in, and search our bag?" Bandy-legs asked. 

Max shrugged his shoulders. 

"All I can say, fellows, is that I only woke up once during the night, thinking I heard some one moving about. But I give you my word there wasno one in the tent then who didn't belong here. "

Max was looking straight at Steve when he said these words. He reallyexpected to see the other turn red with confusion, perhaps laugh a little, and then in his usual frank way acknowledge that he had taken the pearljust to give his chums a little shock. 

To the surprise of Max he saw no such sign of guilt upon the face of hisfriend. Apparently, for some reason or other, Steve meant to brazen it out. 

Remembering how the other had seemed to be so strangely fascinated by thehandsome pearl, made Max shiver a little, he hardly knew why. 

"We all saw you put it in the bag, Max, " declared Bandy-legs. 

"I tell you what let's do, " said Owen. "Perhaps some fellow is bent onplaying a joke on the rest of us. Let's settle that point so we won't everthink of it again. "

"G-g-good idea, Owen. You r-r-run the g-game to suit yourself, " piped upthe eager Toby. 

"Shall I repeat a form of assertion, Max, to which each one of us willsubscribe?" asked Owen, with his customary readiness. 

"Certainly; and put it up to me first, " replied his cousin. 

"Then here goes. I hereby affirm that to the best of my knowledge andbelief I've neither seen nor handled that little cardboard box containingour pearl since the time Max dropped the same in this bag. How is it withyou, Max; can you truthfully declare the same thing?"

"I can, and hereby do so affirm, " replied the other, solemnly. 

"Bandy-legs, hold up your hand, " Owen went on. 

"Sure thing. Now put me to the test, " flashed the broad-shouldered boy, ashe quickly raised his hand. 

"The other one, Bandy-legs, your right hand. There, that's the ticket. Doyou solemnly give your word the same as Max and myself did, that youhaven't seen or handled that little box since it was dropped in this bagby my cousin?"

"I never have, " replied the one on the stand. 

"Toby, how is it with you?" Owen kept on. 

"I s-s-say exactly the same. So far as I k-know I haven't seen, h-handledor even s-smelled that little b-b-box since Max hid it in h-h-here. I'mcompletely f-f-f-f"--whistle--"flabbergasted at finding it gone. "

"And Steve, what about you?" Owen asked. 

Max Hastings was more bewildered than ever when he heard the one he hadpositively see fumbling at the leather bag while the others slept promptlydeclare:

"So far as I know, fellows, I've never seen or handled that little boxsince Max took it off this table and stuck it in the bag. And that's mysworn affidavy, believe me!"

CHAPTER VI. 

THE FIRST CROP FROM THE RIVER. 

After that strange declaration on the part of Steve, Max felt that his lipsmust be sealed more than ever. 

He wanted a little time to think things over. 

Besides, Max even began to wonder whether he could have just dreamed thathe saw Steve fumbling at the haversack in the middle of the night, andmumbling to himself all the while. 

So he concluded to hold his tongue, say nothing of what he _believed_he had seen, watch Steve closely, and wait for new developments to arise. 

Boys are, as a rule, not much given to long spells of depression. 

There is something in the natural buoyancy of a lad's nature that throwsoff the gloom, and invites the cheery sunlight to enter. 

So the whole five were soon eagerly planning as to their work for the day. First of all the two old boats which had served to carry them up to theforks of the Evergreen River must be securely hidden. This was mainly onaccount of those prank-loving boys who, under the leadership of the townbully, Ted Shafter, they half expected to follow them to this region. 

"If they ever came across our boats, " declared Steve, wrathfully, "you allknow what would happen. "

"Easy enough to smash in the bottoms with a few big dornicks, " declaredBandy-legs. 

"Huh! And m-m-make us peg it all the w-w-way b-back to town, " grunted Toby, who was not known as a great admirer of leg exercise. 

"All right, then, " said Max, promptly; "you and Bandy-legs better get busytaking the boats to that big cove where the tall reeds grow so thick. Seemsto me you ought to be able to hide our craft so well there, the chances ofdiscovery would be next to nothing. "

"We c'n do it all right, " affirmed Bandy-legs, as he started up. "Come on, Toby, get a move on you. "

"Wait a minute, c-c-can't you? What's your h-h-hurry. R-r-rome wasn't builtin a d-day, I g-g-guess. "

"Well, go ahead and have it out, because I can see you've got something onyour mind. Now, what's eating you, Toby?" the other complained. 

"I only w-wanted to ask Max if it wouldn't be g-g-oodp-p-p-p"--whistle--"policy for us to mark the place where we leave theboats. There! do you get that, Bandy-legs?"

Toby asked this question triumphantly. Strange to say, that whenever hestumbled most in his speech, so that he was compelled to halt, and givethat short whistle, Toby was able to finish what he was saying without asingle hitch. 

Steve often declared it reminded him of a country railroad crossing. Thereyou beheld the warning sign: "Stop! Look! Listen!" and upon complyingimmediately heard the whistle, after which everything moved on smoothly. 

"Toby, that's a sensible suggestion of yours, " Max hastened to declare. "Ifso be you hide the boats away so well that we couldn't ever find the sameagain we'd sure be in a nice pickle, eh, Owen?"

"I should remark, " the one addressed replied; "that tramp to Carson wouldbe anything but a peach. And with all our camp stuff to tote along, too. "

"Excuse me!" Bandy-legs exclaimed. "Make sure we'll mark the place, boys. Now, get a move on, Toby. Where will we find the rest of you when we getthrough our job?"

"Oh! somewhere around here, " Max replied. "You see we've got a big jobourselves, taking down the tent, putting it up again some distance awayfrom the water, removing every sign of our having camped here, and thendisappearing. You'll be back long before we're done. "

His prediction was fulfilled, for when half an hour later Toby and hiscompanion showed up, the tent had vanished, Steve and Owen were carryingblankets, food, and cooking utensils deeper into the woods, while Max wasworking like a beaver close to the water's edge. 

"What's going on now, Max?" asked Bandy-legs, as he watched the actions ofhis chum. 

"I'm doing my best to wipe out all the 'sign' we've made around here, "replied Max. 

"And it looks to me like you're doing a good job of it, too, partner, "declared the other, his eyes filled with admiration, as he saw how deftlyMax smoothed out all traces of where the boats had been pulled up on thepebbly shore of the river. 

"Oh, well, I'm only a greenhorn at this sort of thing, " laughed the busyworker, patting a telltale footprint until it was merged with thesurrounding soil; "I'd be reckoned a bungler by any experienced woodsman, you know. But in this case it's an easy job to pull the wool over the eyesof Ted and his crowd. "

"Meaning that they're about as ignorant of all these things as I am?"Bandy-legs went on. 

"Perhaps. But that won't be for long, let me tell you. I'm bound to showyou everything I know about these things, and pick up more myself in thebargain. Did you get the boats hidden away all right, Bandy-legs?"

"Gilt-edge, I give you my word. And we tied some of the reeds together nearthe spot. Only a feller who was lookin' for the tag'd notice where we didit. Toby or me, why we could go straight to the spot, with only one eyeopen. "

"All right. Then suppose you get busy helping Steve and Owen. Nobody muststep back here again to leave fresh tracks after I've rubbed these allout. "

Max continued to work as steadily as a beaver. Step by step he retreatedbackward, removing all traces left by the campers. 

It was an arduous task, especially when he came to where the tent and firehad stood. But really the boy proved to have a natural talent for this sortof thing. He utterly removed all the ashes, scattered some brush over thespot, and at the end of an hour Max stood on the border of the dense woodscasting a last careful look over the field of his recent labors. 

"I ought to pat myself on the back over that job, " he chuckled; "and itwouldn't be throwing any bouquets either. Ten to one Ted Shafter and hisgang could land here, cook a meal, and lie around, without ever oncedreaming we'd spent a night on the same camp ground. "

Then he withdrew from the scene of his recent operations. 

Picking his way through the woods, after a time he heard voices, and thendiscovered the tent. 

The new camp site had been selected by Owen, and it certainly did himcredit. Max stood for a few minutes watching his chums work, and smilingwith pleasure over the prospect of a full week or more in that delightfulsecluded spot. 

Trees grew densely around the place, and until one drew very near, it wasnext to impossible to discover the dingy old waterproof tent that nestledin the midst of the thick undergrowth. 

A clear little gurgling spring sang close by, affording all the water theywould need for drinking and cooking purposes. 

But, as Max stood and looked, the happy smile gradually left his face, tobe succeeded by an expression of grave concern. 

As he was watching the movements of Steve at the time, it could be easilyunderstood what pressed upon his mind. 

"Oh, come, this won't do at all, " Max presently muttered, pressing histeeth together resolutely. "It's all going to come out right, sooner orlater. Of course it looks mighty queer just now, and I can't for the lifeof me understand it; but I've known Steve all my life, and he's never yetbeen called a _thief!_ I'll just bottle up, and hold my horses, andwatch what he does, because I'm bound to find out. "

So he strode into the new camp, walking all around, and quite free with hishearty compliments concerning the fine way Owen and Steve had done theirpart of the business. 

"But looky here, " burst out the impatient Steve, after a while, "we'rewasting time, you know. Some of us might as well be up the river gatheringa few pecks of mussels. "

"T-t-that's so, " declared Toby. "And it's up to Max to s-s-say who goes outf-f-first. "

"Suppose, then, Steve and myself lead off, and make the first try, " Maxsuggested. He had a double object in nominating Steve as his workingpartner on this occasion. In the first place he knew the impatient natureof the fiery lad, and that his heart was more set upon the finding of otherpearls like unto the lost one than any of the others. 

This was not all. 

Having Steve in his company for a couple of hours would give Max a goodchance to study the other closely. 

Perhaps, too, if Steve were really playing a practical joke on his comradeshe might, without meaning to do so, let a hint drop that would serve tobetray the object he had in view. 

"Here, don't forget the bags we fetched along to carry the mussels in, "said Bandy-legs. 

"And I h-h-hope I g-g-get a chance to make a t-t-try this afternoon, "remarked Toby, not a little disappointed because he had been passed overwhen Max selected the one to accompany him on the first hunting expedition. 

So the two boys walked off, taking with them a couple of bags. Max alsothought it wise to shoulder the reliable old shotgun. 

"It isn't the game season, I know, " he said, as the others looked theirsurprise, "and about the only thing we ought to shoot right now would bewoodcock. I saw a marsh where I reckon I'll find some of the long-billedmud diggers. You know they get their food by sticking their bills deep downin the mud. That's why you always look for woodcock in a wet spot or marsh. Ready, Steve? All right, we'll make another start. "

About twenty minutes later the two boys had reached the bank of the littleriver, half a mile or so above their first camp site. 

They lost no time, but set to work at once, removing shoes and socks, androlling the legs of their trowsers above their knees. 

Then, with selected, sharp-pointed sticks, after wading into the shallowwater, they began to poke carefully around in all such promising places asmussels would most likely be found. 

Steve gave the first triumphant cry. 

"I've got one, Max! And say, he's just a jim-dandy big fellow, too, believeme! Now, I wonder if he's going to present us with the mate of that littlebeauty of a pearl we lost so queerly. "

Max was watching his chum closely. 

"He says that just as naturally as if he meant every word of it, " the boymuttered; puzzled more than ever; and then raising his voice he went on tosay: "You'll just have to take it out in guessing, then, old chap, becausewe can't bother stopping to open every find we come across. "

"I should say not, " replied Steve, and immediately added: "Hey! what d'yethink, here's another of the blessed old shellfish, just poking his noseout of the sand like he wanted to invite me to gather him in. "

"Good enough! I haven't picked up my first one yet; and here you're walkingaway from me double-quick. Guess I'd better get busy. "

The truth was Max had been so wrapped up in watching his chum that as yethe had hardly tried to make a find. 

But he now set industriously to work. There were times when the musselscame in fast; and again they seemed to fall off. 

Gradually the boys worked up-stream, crossing and recrossing as theysearched. 

"We're covering the ground all right, " asserted Steve, as his laughannounced another prize; "and believe me, we clean 'em out as we go. Howmany have you got in your bag, Max?"

"About nine or ten, I reckon, Steve. "

"I've got fourteen, and some busters among 'em. I'll be pretty badlydisappointed if one out of the lot don't turn out a good milk-white pearl, "the other called out. 

"Perhaps it'd be better not to mention that word so loud again, Steve, "cautioned the other. 

"Are you saying that just on general principles like, Max, or is there areason?" and Steve, as he made this demand, splashed closer to his chum. 

"Oh, well!" Max went on, "you know they say that sometimes even the treesand rocks have ears. And we don't know who might be hiding around, watchingus right now. "

"Did you see or hear anything to make you think that way?" asked thenervous Steve. 

"Can't say I did, " replied Max; "but I thought it good policy to sling mygun over my back by the strap, and not leave it ashore. Sorry now I broughtit along; but we don't want it stolen like our pearl was. "

"That's right, we don't, " asserted Steve, without the slightest hesitation. "If these shell gatherers have got the nerve to sneak into our tent andmake way with our first pearl, I reckon they wouldn't hold back at takinga good old scatter-gun that chanced to be lying around loose. "

"Let's get busy again, Steve. "

"Right-o! I'd like to make my score an even two dozen before we meanderback to camp for lunch. And I s'pose the other feller's 'll want to have atry next time. Anyhow, you and me can be amusing ourselves opening thesemossbacks, and finding out what's inside. "

Half an hour later Max called a halt. As Steve had only twenty-threemussels in his bag he did hate to give up the work the worst kind; but thedemands of his appetite made him willing to return to the camp. 

"They're heavy enough to tote along, " Steve admitted when almost there. "And, after all, you had no use for your gun, Max. "

"I'll slip over to the marsh this P. M. , and see what luck I can have, "returned the other. 

"There's the camp, with Owen cooking dinner. But look at Bandy-legs, wouldyou, Max? He sure acts as if he'd run up against some hard nut to crack!"

CHAPTER VII. 

BANDY-LEGS WANTS TO KNOW. 

"Say, I wonder what next is going to disappear around this old camp?"Bandy-legs was saying in a disgusted tone, as the two who had been over tothe river drew near. 

"Why, what do you miss now?" asked Max. 

"You remember that old cap we found last night?" the other went on. 

"Why of course I do, " Max replied. "Do you mean to say you kept it?"

"Well, I had an idea I'd give it back to the poor feller if ever we ranacross him, " Bandy-legs continued, for he was really a warm-hearted boy, as his chums well knew; "and when we came here to this new camp I rememberas plain as anything sticking that same old cap on the end of this bushthat grows to a point. Then just now I noticed it was gone. "

"That's as sure as the nose on your face, Bandy-legs, " remarked Steve. 

"Now don't you go to making fun of my nose, " the other retorted. "It's agood, honest nose, if it is big. And it never yet made a habit of stickingitself in other people's business. That's the way with all Griffin noses;they mind their own affairs every time. "

Max knew there was danger of an argument, because Steve was likely to takethis as a challenge. Therefore, to promote peace, Max thrust himselfbetween the other two. 

"Have you asked Owen and Toby about it?" he inquired of Bandy-legs. 

"Sure I did, right away, " came the answer. 

"And they denied touching it?" Max went on, determined to sift the matterdown, trifling though it might appear to be at first sight. 

"Both of 'em declared they'd never even been near this same old bush, " theother replied. 

"That looks queer, " Steve broke in. 

"Owen did say he saw the old cap just where I stuck it, " Bandy-legscontinued. 

"How long ago, Owen?" demanded Max. 

"Oh, I should say half an hour or so. I happened to look that way and gotquite a start, because at first I thought it was somebody watching us. Thenwhen I saw how Bandy-legs had fixed it on the bush I had to laugh. "

"Mebbe the wind carried it away, " suggested Steve. 

"That's so; I never once thought of that, " ejaculated the puzzled one, eagerly clutching at a straw that promised to explain the mystery. 

"How about it, Max?" asked Steve. 

"Well, your idea sounds all right, Steve, but unfortunately it has one weakplace. "

"As what, now?" asked Bandy-legs. "Why, there hasn't been a breath of windall the morning, " Max went on, with a chuckle. "I remember wishing it wouldcome up, for the sun was sure something fierce when we were wading about, looking for clams. "

"You're right, Max, " called out Owen, who could easily hear all that wassaid, "no breeze ever carried that cap away, and I know it. "

"What did, then?" demanded Bandy-legs, bent on getting some sort ofsolution to the puzzle. 

"This old country must be hoaxed or bewitched, I guess, " grumbled Steve. "Things just seem able to disappear without anybody taking 'em. First wehad to lose our bully little pearl that just took my eye; and now even aragged old cap has to walk off by itself. "

"Oh, not quite so bad as that, I think, Steve. " Max laughed as he saidthis. "When that cap went away it was through the agency of legs, accordingto my notion, "

"Oh, I see now what Max means!" cried Bandy-legs; "he believes some gay oldmother squirrel just took a notion to line her nest with that ragged cap, and made off with it. "

"Rats!" exclaimed Steve; "Max don't think anything of the kind. See himexamining the ground right now, will you? I reckon he thinks that same runtof a boy came back after his cap, and got it, too, in the bargain. "

At that Max laughed aloud. 

"Good guess, Steve, old chap. That's just what happened, and if you lookwhere I point, all of you can see the same small footprint we found lastnight where the old cap lay. "

"He's right, fellows, for here it is!" cried Steve. 

They all had to crowd around for a look, although Max warned them to becareful, so that the impression of the boy's ragged shoe might not betrodden upon. 

"Well, just to t-t-think what b-b-bright fellers we are, " said Toby, inapparent disgust; "when even a r-r-runt of a boy c'n steal up and s-s-spyon us without a b-b-blessed one knowing it. "

"Huh!" grunted Bandy-legs, who seemed in a peculiar frame of mind for onewho was usually so good natured, "who's got a better right to that cap, I'dlike to know, than the boy that owns it. Put yourself in his place, Toby, and tell me if you wouldn't just grab your own cap if you saw it? Courseyou would--we all would, and I don't blame the kid a little bit. "

"Too bad he didn't like the looks of our crowd, " Steve remarked. 

"What makes you think he didn't?" Owen asked, smiling. 

"Well, he acted like he was afraid of us, " replied Steve. 

"T-t-tell you what, boys, I reckon it wasn't our looks, after all, thats-s-scared him, though Bandy-legs does resemble a terrible p-p-pirate whenhe wears that old zebra s-s-sweater of his. "

"Then what did?" demanded the one who had been thus picked out as a specialmark, while he ran a hand fondly up and down the sleeve of thewhite-and-black striped garment, worn in spite of the heat of the day. 

"Our g-g-guns!" broke out Toby triumphantly. 

"That's a good guess, Toby, " remarked Max. "Perhaps the boy believes we'resome sort of deputy sheriffs, and up here to give the man he's withtrouble. Anyhow, I have a pretty good idea myself that it was our guns thatmade him so shy. "

"All right, " remarked Steve, "the pitcher may go to the well once toooften. You mark my words, if he keeps on sniffing around our camp muchlonger he'll get caught. "

"Sure he will, " echoed Bandy-legs, grimly. "We want that pearl back, don'twe, boys?"

"And we're going to have it, too, " observed another of the group, in apositive way. 

Max had that queer feeling pass over him again; for it was Steve who madethis half-angry remark. 

What could it mean?

He had always believed Steve to be as honest as the day was long, his onlyfaults being a hasty temper, and a desire to do things without sufficientpreparation. 

But that the boy would deliberately _steal_, simply because hehappened to be fascinated by the beauty of the pearl, seemed beyond belief. 

No wonder, then, that the bewildered Max sighed, and rubbed his eyes withhis knuckles, as though hardly knowing whether he were awake or asleep. 

As nothing more could be done, the five boys adjourned to the camp, whereOwen quickly completed his preparations for lunch. They had decided tohave the heavy meal, called dinner, in the evening, so that the work ofthe day might not be interfered with. 

When those who had been off hunting shellfish had returned, tired withtheir labors, it would be nice to gather around, and take their time inenjoying the bountiful meal that had been prepared by the cook appointedfor that day. 

Each of them expected to take a hand at this necessary job. Inanticipation of the opportunity to shine as a talented _chef_Bandy-legs had in secret been coaxing the hired girl at home to teach hima lot of things. 

As his turn would come on the second day, he could hardly restrain hisimpatience. He surely calculated that when his chums saw what wonderfulthings _real talent_ could accomplish, they would easily vote him aprize. 

But Bandy-legs had much to learn. 

His ambition was all right, but he would soon discover the vast differencebetween cooking at a gas range or the family coal stove and trying toaccomplish the same result out in the wilds over an open wood fire. 

Then, again, he had stuffed his head so very full of different recipes thatthe chances were poor Bandy-legs must get the formulas mixed, which wouldresult in some mighty queer messes to be tried upon his patient campmates. 

After the meal was finished those who were to do the grand wading act ofthe afternoon got ready to go forth. 

They took the bags, and received minute directions from Max concerning thebest way for finding the mussels, half buried as they were in mud or sand. 

Max also made a rude map on paper, taking in the supposed course of thewinding river, as well as the country that came between. 

"Here you can see the trail I've marked as the shortest cut to camp, " hefinished, pointing to a dotted line that seemed to be almost straight. "It runs exactly southwest, you notice, boys. "

"But how are we going to always know what _is_ southwest?" askedBandy-legs, receiving the chart. 

At that Toby gave a snort of disdain. 

"W-w-what d'ye s'pose this is for, s-s-silly?" he demanded, dangling alittle nickel-plated object before the eyes of his companion. 

"That's right, we're going to have the bully little compass along with us, "declared the doubting one, looking considerably relieved; for truth totell, if Bandy-legs feared any one thing more than another, it was thehaunting idea of being lost in a great big wilderness, and meeting a slowand dreadful death through starvation. 

"And even if we should l-l-lose this useful t-t-trinket, " continued Toby, exultantly, "I'd know how to t-t-tell which was north, all right. "

"Huh! why, of course, by the moss on the sides of the trees, " observedBandy-legs. "Guess I heard Max tell that, all right. Never forget it, either. But how the dickens is a feller to ever remember _which_ sideof the big trees this moss always grows on?"

"Stop and think, " said Max, who had an idea that some day this informationmight be useful to his chum; "the hard storms of winter generally come outof the northwest, don't they?"

"Reckon you're right; though to tell the truth I'd never noticed it much, "Bandy-legs replied. 

"Well, you want to wake up and notice everything that happens, " advisedMax, seriously. "It's the fellow who keeps awake, and sees and hears itall, that gets on in this world, Bandy-legs. And you know it, too. "

"Sure. I know my weak points, Max; and the best thing about me is the factthat I want to wake up and do better. But about that moss--does it alwaysgrow exactly on the sides of the trees pointing toward the northwest?"

"In the majority of cases, " replied the other; "here and there it may varysome, but anybody with half an eye can decide the right direction. Then inthe night you have the north star, which you know can always be found bydrawing an imaginary straight line along the two stars forming the end ofthe bowl of the Dipper, generally called the Great Bear. "

"Oh! that's easy. But once I heard you say a common ordinary watch couldbe made to serve as a compass; how about that, Max?" added Bandy-legs, showing considerable interest in the subject. 

"So it can, but I'll explain that at another time. You fellows had betterbe moving now, " and Max turned his back on the other as the best way toshut him off; for Bandy-legs was a great questioner. 

"So-long!" called out Toby, cheerfully, as he started to follow the trailleft by Max and Steve on their way from the river, half a mile away. 

"If we meet up with this mysterious shell gatherer, what ought we to do?"asked the second boy, halting. 

"Act friendly, and pay attention to your own business, that's all. Nobodywill hurt you, " Max called out, as he turned into the camp. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

A GREAT FIND. 

"When do we begin, Max?"

Steve asked this question a short time after the three left in the camp hadcleaned up the tin pans used in preparing and eating the warm meal, andOwen had gone off to try and secure a mess of bass for supper. 

Steve had been usually fast in his share of the work, even for him. Max hadnoticed this fact, and could give a good guess as to what was spurring theother on to such exertions. 

"Begin what?" he asked, as if in dense ignorance. 

"Why, in opening our catch, you know, " Steve replied, jerking his thumb towhere the little pile of mussels lay, close by the camp fire. 

Steve had himself emptied the two bags, upon their arrival in camp. Evidently he did not mean to take any chances of having the preciousbivalves stolen by the prowling half-grown wild boy. And in order toprovide against such a catastrophe he had been very careful to deposittheir morning's "catch" in an open spot so destitute of shrubbery that noone could approach within ten feet unseen. 

Max smiled. 

Truth to tell he was a little eager himself to set to work investigatingthe insides of these shells. 

The remarkable luck attending their first attempt gave him more or lesshope that other prizes might crop up to reward their continued efforts. 

And the Outing Boys had outlined such a glorious programme for the longvacation, if only they could raise the large amount of money needed tocarry out their ardent plans, that naturally Max was heart and soulinterested in the result. 

Besides, Max had a half-formed resolution that if luck favored them, sothat they found another pearl, he would set a trap that very evening. Hewas burning with eager curiosity to discover whether Steve might repeat hisstrange action of the preceding night. And in case this happened, Max wasgrimly resolved to settle the matter once and for all by clutching hold ofthe other while in the act. 

"Oh! you're wondering whether we're going to find anything in that lot; isthat it!" Max remarked, as he picked up an old oyster knife he had carriedalong for the purpose of prying open the mussels, no easy task forgreenhorns at the business, as the boys' cut fingers already testified. 

"You just bet I am, " returned Steve, possessing himself of the heavykitchen knife. "Come along and let's see if we had our wading and totingthe find all the way to camp for nothing. "

"Just as you say, " Max continued. 

"What d'ye take that kettle for!" asked Steve. 

"To hold the mussels as we get 'em out. Let the meat and juice drop inhere. Then we'll examine the whole thing several times for results. Anddon't forget, both Toby and Bandy-legs made us promise to have a mess ofthese same fresh-water clams cooked for supper. "

So, taking the vessel and the much-used oyster knife, Max squatted on theground tailor fashion alongside the pile of shellfish. 

Both of them set to work, Max calmly, as was his wont, but Steve showingthe greatest nervousness. 

Finding that his method of trying to open the stubborn bivalves wasawkward, as they could not be handled like oysters, Max took a secondknife. Placing the mussel in an upright position he would drive the bladedown between the two shells by giving it several sharp taps with a piece ofwood. When the stubborn mussel finally yielded to this treatment Max wasable to turn back one shell, and then scrape out the entire contents of theother. 

A dozen had been opened presently, and so far as they could see, there wasnot a sign of a pearl, large or small. 

Steve's disappointment made itself manifest in the look that graduallycrept over his face. 

"Guess we've drawn a blank this time, Max, " he remarked, when theseventeenth bivalve failed to yield up any gleaming little milk-whiteprize. 

"Oh! that isn't a dead sure thing, " replied the other, never ready to yieldhis hopeful spirit, "this is a lottery, you know. The pearls are to befound. We know that, Steve, by our first success. If not in this lot, perhaps in what our chums bring later. There are other days to follow; andwe're bound to put in a week trying our luck. "

That was the sort of talk to buoy up Steve's spirits. He was always animpulsive chap, and had often been called "Touch-and-Go Steve, " because ofhis quick temper. It had many times carried him into serious trouble, though, as is usually the case with these impetuous fellows, Steve alwaysquickly repented of his wrath, and was apt to apologize. 

"Here goes for the eighteenth, " he remarked, picking up another mussel, andsetting to work industriously. 

"This is a scrawny looking one, and I just reckon it'll be time wasted, "he added. 

"You never can tell, " laughed Max, himself busily engaged. 

"That's so, " Steve went on; "because they do say these precious littlepearls are manufactured by the oyster or mussel to cover up some grittyobject that has managed to work into the shell, and which they just can'teject. "

"Yes, that's the accepted theory, " Max asserted. 

"When I read that, I remember figuring out how a smart genius might make afew millions, " remarked Steve. 

"You mean by introducing the same kind of grit in some hundreds ofshellfish, and making the things work up a lot of fine pearls, eh, Steve?"

"That's what. Don't you think it could be done, Max?"

"Well, I've heard it's been tried, but since the price of pearls hasadvanced all the while, I guess the success of the experiment wasn't somuch, " the other went on to say, as he bent his head down quickly toscrutinize the contents of his opened shell. 

"Oh!" gasped Steve, catching his breath. 

"What's the matter?" asked Max, his own voice as steady and calm as ever. 

"Looky here, will you, Max--ain't that a beaut, though?"

The excited Steve managed to pluck some small object out of the openedshell he held, though his fingers trembled like the quivering leaves of anaspen. 

When he placed this in the palm of his hand it was seen to be a lovelylittle milk-white pearl, nearly half the size of a buckshot. 

"That looks good to me, " remarked Max. "Just as fine as the one we lost, eh, Steve?"

"You bet it is; and we'll make sure no thief lays hands on this beauty, Max, " replied the delighted finder of the new treasure. 

"Now, suppose, just for luck, I took a notion to go you one better, "chuckled Max. 

"Hey! what d'ye mean?" exclaimed his chum. "Have you been shaking handswith Good Luck as well as me? Open up, and show what you've got. " "Shutyour eyes, and count five, " laughed Max; "now look, and see what I found. "

"My goodness gracious; why, it's half again as big as my find; a regularjim-dandy pearl, Max, " cried Steve, trembling all over with, eager delight, as his enraptured eyes fell upon the object Max exposed. 

"Yes, much larger, I admit, " the other went on to say with duedeliberation; "but not quite so perfect in form. Your pearl might prove tobe the more valuable one when it came to selling them. "

"Oh! just to think of it, Max, we've got two already, " Steve remarked as hetook both the prizes in his hand, and surveyed them with that wistful lookin his eyes; for, as he had more than once admitted, pearls always had apeculiar fascination for him. 

Max was watching his companion's face closely, trying to read the emotionsthat chased each other across Steve's features. 

"Yes, and the chance is still open, " he said, slowly. 

"Meaning that we may find a lot more; is that it, Max?" Steve demanded. 

"Who can say? It's a lottery all around. The next mussel might give usanother prize. Then, again, perhaps we'll clean out the stream and neverget any reward. "

Max had a way of looking things squarely in the face. He seldom allowedhis enthusiasm to get the better of his calm, deliberate judgment. Andconsequently he did not suffer the grievous disappointment that came sofrequently to excitable Steve. 

"Anyway, we ought to get quite a bunch of money for these two dandygems, " Steve remarked. 

"I wouldn't be surprised at all, " Max assented. 

"What d'ye think they're worth, Max?"

"Well, now, that's where you get me. I'm as green as the next one when itcomes to putting a value on pearls. Only an expert can tell that, " theother quickly replied. 

"Shucks! but you can give a guess, can't you?" persisted Steve, not to bewholly disappointed. 

"It would have to be a wide one, then, Steve. "

"All right; let's have it!" observed the other. 

"Well, I don't doubt but what we'll be able to sell each of these pearlsfor a hundred apiece, " Max asserted. 

"Dollars, you mean, Max?"

"Sure thing. And perhaps they may bring us five or ten times as much. I'llhave my father take them to the city, and consult an expert, " Max went on. 

"Wow! that's going some, now, I tell you!" cried the other, with delightpictured on his glowing face. 

"Two hundred sure, first pop, and mebbe a thousand! Say, Max, it begins tolook like our wildest dreams might come true, and we'll be able to carryout all those bully old plans we made. "

"Yes, " said Max, deliberately, "if we can only guard our new find betterthan we did the other. "

"We must make sure to have one chum doing sentry duty all the time, "remarked Steve, solemnly. "That's only good sound sense, I take it, Max. "

"Guess you're right about that, my boy, " asserted the other, with apeculiar little smile that, however, Steve failed to notice. "And, now, suppose we finish up the lot we've still got to open. " "Right you are, "declared Steve. 

"But, first, please let me have those pearls. I'd hate to have them lostin this grass here. And I believe I can keep them safe in this redhandkerchief of mine till we find a chance to stow 'em away in thehaversack, after the boys examine our find. "

"In the haversack!" echoed Steve. "Why, that's where we had the one thatdisappeared, box and all. "

"Sure thing, " Max asserted. 

"But think of the risk--" Steve began. 

"Oh, we've got to hide 'em _somewhere_, you know, " laughed Max; "andthey say lightning never strikes in the same place twice. Besides, youforget that we expect to post a sentry, so that your eyes, or mine, orthose of Owen, Toby or Bandy-legs, will be on the bag all through thenight. I'll take the pearls now, please. "

Steve somehow seemed a little loth about letting the lovely little gemspass out of his possession. 

As he handed them over, his chum plainly heard him give a sigh; and hecaught him repeating the words:

"In the haversack, and we've got to look out. "

Then both of the boys set to work. 

The remaining shellfish were soon opened, and although the young pearlseekers searched eagerly, with hope tugging at their hearts, no new prizerewarded their efforts. 

"The queerest thing of all, " remarked Steve, after he had mastered hisdisappointment, "was in our finding the pair of beauties at the same time. "

"Yes, and I believe my mussel was as thin and scrawny looking a fellow asthe one you complained of, " laughed Max. 

"Forget that, please, " remarked his chum, with a grimace. "And just tothink, I came near throwing that consumptive looking one away as worthless. It's taught me a lesson, sure, Max. "

"Yes, and one you'll never forget, eh, Steve?"

"I never will, " declared the other, vehemently. "Whenever I think of thislucky strike I'm going to understand that you never can judge things, people also, by outside looks. "

"Sometimes the finest gems come in the meanest of coverings, you mean, eh, Steve?"

"Right-o. And now what'll we do?" asked the other. 

"Carry the shells away, because in a few days we'd object to the rank odorso near our tent. Listen, Steve. Make a heap of the things, under sometree you can remember well. We can call that our shell pile, you know. "

"See here, you've got a meaning back of all that, you know it, "complained Steve. 

Max laughed aloud. 

"How smart we're getting, old chap, " he remarked. "But between us I don'tmind saying that I'm curious to see what will happen. "

"That is, you mean to give _some one_ a good chance to get away withall these mussel shells, if so be they feel inclined, eh, Max. "

Max nodded his head in the affirmative. 

"Meaning this man and boy who seem to be hiding out up here, just likethey were afraid to be seen, and employing their time in raking in all thescattered shells left by the muskrats and 'coons--how about that, Max?"Steve continued, as he gathered the opened shells in an extra bag, preparatory to removing them. 

"You hit the nail on the head when you say that, Steve. They seem to knowthe mother-of-pearl inside lining of the shells will bring in some money. And I reckon they're piling the shells up in some cave or secret place, meaning to get them down the river in a dugout canoe sooner or later. "

"Well, they're welcome to all the shells we gather, " remarked Steve, with ashake of the head; "but they'd better not try to steal any more of ourpearls, that's what"; and so saying he marched off with his load, leavingMax more sadly puzzled than ever. 

CHAPTER IX. 

MAX WONDERS STILL MORE. 

The afternoon wore on. 

Steve kept busy doing things until Owen turned up with a mess of perch, thebass declining to take his worm bait. 

Then the story of the find had to be gone over again, and the prizesexhibited. Owen was just as much pleased as the others, and declared thatit began to look as though the best of their dreams had a chance of comingtrue. 

"I think I saw that boy, come to mention it, " Owen remarked, after they hadtalked over the splendid good luck that had fallen to their lot, until thesubject was pretty well exhausted. 

"How did that happen?" asked Max. 

"Did you get a chance to talk with him, and ask him why he grabbed ourpearl?" demanded Steve. 

"Oh! not much, " chuckled Owen. "Fact is, he seemed pretty much like ascared rabbit. First thing I knew he was staring at me over a bunch ofbrush. Then he turned and scooted off like fun. "

"But you called out to him, didn't you?" asked Steve. 

"Of course, but it only seemed to make him fly the faster. Say, he's asprinter, all right. That fellow could get down to second base before theball seven times out of seven, I don't care who the catcher was, " Owen wenton to say, positively. 

"Then you couldn't catch him?" asked Max, in a disappointed tone. 

"Huh! guess I didn't even start, after I saw what he could put up in therunning line. Besides, " Owen went on to say, "you must remember that I wastired, and carrying my fishing rod, as well as a bully old string of perch, which I calculated to clean for supper. Then, I hadn't lost any boy, yousee. So I just hollered after him, and tried to let the silly goose know wedidn't mean to hurt him. "

"But it was no go?" remarked Steve. 

"Oh! he turned to look back a few times, but all the same he disappearedfrom sight. Perhaps next time he won't be quite so frightened, " Owenobserved. 

"There may be some reason for it we don't know about, " suggested Max. 

"You mean that they don't want people to know about their collecting theseshells, for fear that their little business might be broken up?" Steveasked. 

"That's one reason why they'd try to hide things, " Max admitted, "butthere might be another. I spoke of it before, you may remember, boys?"

"Sure you did, Max, " declared Steve, quickly; "and mebbe you hit thebullseye when you said this man might be hiding out up here--that p'r'apshe'd gone and done something to break the law; and when he saw our guns heexpected we might be sent by the sheriff to arrest him. "

"I still stick to that idea, " Max declared; "but we may know the truthsooner or later. One thing we must do if ever we get the chance, and thatis let these shell gatherers know we don't mean to harm 'em even a littlebit. "

"But they've just got to let our pearls be, or else they're going to getinto trouble, that's what, " remarked the pugnacious Steve, with adetermined shake of his head and a gritting of his teeth. 

Max saw and heard, and was more deeply bewildered than ever. He could notfor the life of him understand such contrary actions on the part of Steve. 

Max could positively declare that he had seen Steve taking something fromthe haversack on the preceding night, when their first prize pearlvanished so mysteriously; and yet here he was apparently aroused over theirloss, and denouncing the thief with greater vim than any of the rest. 

"But I'm bound to find out what it all means, " Max consoled himself bysaying over and over. "If it takes all summer I'll fight it out on thisline, like Grant did in the Battles of the Wilderness. Steve acts like hewas innocent; but I guess I've got a pair of good eyes, and it was_him_ I saw fumbling at the haversack, all right. "

It had been the intention of Max to try and find a few woodcock in the wetground of the marsh. 

Other things coming up caused him to put this project off until anotherday. It was really no time for hunting, with a hot sun beaming down. Perhaps later on he might find plenty of chances to indulge in his favoritesport. 

Owen had cleaned his catch, and supper was being started when voices wereheard approaching. 

"Here comes Toby and Bandy-legs, " sang out Steve, who had at the firstsound made as if to reach for the guns that rested against the tree closeto the opening of the tent. 

"Well, " remarked Owen, looking up, "it's good to know they didn't go and getlost, anyhow. Perhaps that compass kept 'em from straying out of the trailyou said you made, Max?"

"Huh! we made it so plain, " remarked Steve, "that a baby ought to be ableto follow our tracks. But then Toby and Bandy-legs always seem to tumbleinto trouble if there's just half a chance to get mixed up. Say, they'vegot the bags pretty well filled up with mussels, anyhow. "

"You bet we have, " panted Bandy-legs, as he set his burden down. 

"G-g-great s-s-sport, " remarked Toby, following. 

"Glad you like it, " laughed Max, "because we expect to do a heap of wadingwhile we're up here. "

"D-d-did you open the others?"

"We sure did, " chuckled Steve. 

"F-f-find anything in 'em?"

"Did we? Say, show up, Max; give these poor tired fellows a peek, that'llmake 'em forget all their troubles, " and Steve grinned happily as hewatched the other deliberately take out his bandana, unroll its folds, andthen disclose to the wondering eyes of Toby and Bandy-legs the two lovelywhite pearls that snuggled against the red background. 

"Whoop!" gurgled Bandy-legs, excitedly, his eyes round with wonder anddelight. 

Toby on his part became so excited that for the time being he could not saya word. His breath came in gasps, and his lips moved vainly as he tried toexpress his feelings. Finally, after Steve had pounded him on the back afew times, poor Toby managed to pucker up his lips and emit the customarysharp whistle which seemed to act like magic upon his overwrought feelings, just as the safety brake does with a runaway car. 

Then he drew in a long breath, and enunciated, as plainly and clearly asMax himself could have done, the one significant word:

"Bully!"

"Gee whiz! I guess I'll get busy right away, " remarked Bandy-legs, eagerly. 

"No need, " spoke up Owen. "Your turn will come to-morrow. I'm serving ascook this afternoon. Don't you smell fish frying? I've been over to theriver myself and hooked a bunch of nice perch. "

"F-f-fine. G-g-good for you, Owen, " said Toby, slapping the other on theback. 

"Oh, shucks! I didn't have any idea of wanting to knock you out of a job, old fellow. Where's that oyster knife, Max?" asked the returned pearlhunter. 

"Say, he wants to begin opening his catch right away, " remarked Steve. "And I'll have to show him how we did it, Max. "

This he proceeded to do with alacrity, and the three were soon busilyengaged. Bandy-legs proved more or less clumsy, and not only cut himselfseveral times on the sharp edges of the shells, but banged his fingerswith the heavy stick with which he pounded. 

But one way or another by degrees every one of the mussels were opened. 

Disappointment followed, for while three pearls were discovered two wereso small as to give but little promise of returns; while the third provedto be irregular in shape. 

"Never mind, " said Max, when he learned the result of the hunt. "Betterluck to-morrow. We've fared splendidly already. And we know our schemeis going to be a success. Cheer up. There's Owen calling us to supper. And we can eat our catch as long as it tastes good to us. Draw around, fellows, and sample our new cook's stuff. "

The five boys were soon engaged in satisfying the cravings of hunger. Andthrough the nearby woods crept the appetizing odors of coffee and friedfish that must have been very tantalizing to any prowler less fortunatethan themselves. 

CHAPTER X. 

AT DEAD OF NIGHT. 

So the night found them. 

Toby and Bandy-legs had managed to recover from their keen disappointmentover the poor result of their afternoon's work. 

"Reckon we must have struck a bad place, " the latter remarked, as they alllounged around the cheery fire after supper had been finished. 

"That's a f-f-fact, " commented Toby, nodding his head in a wise fashion;"I've read that these p-p-pearls happen in a q-q-queer way. F-f-find 'emall in a h-h-heap, and then nothin' doin' for w-w-weeks. "

"Then our chums must have struck the jolliest place on the whole river, "Bandy-legs observed. 

"H-h-hope they m-m-marked it, then, " Toby went on. 

"How about it, Max, Steve?" demanded the other pearl hunter of theafternoon. 

"Sure we did, " grunted Steve, who somehow seemed strangely quiet for him, afact that gave Max considerable uneasiness, knowing what he did. 

"And I remember telling you where we did most of our tramping in thewater, " he observed. 

Toby grinned rather foolishly. 

"G-g-guess that's so, " he admitted. 

"Yes, " spoke up Bandy-legs, "but you see we expected that you'd cleaned outthat place pretty well; and as we wanted to pick up a good load we wenthigher up. "

"That's where you made the mistake, then, " remarked Owen. "Perhaps Max andSteve located something like a pocket. If I take a turn in the morning Ibelieve I'll go over all the ground they did and pick up a few shells. "

"I'll go along to show you if you say so, " Steve suggested. 

"How about it, Max?" inquired Owen. 

"Call it settled at that, " came the ready response. 

They talked and compared notes, and laid plans for the glorious future, asthe cheery fire crackled and the hour grew later. 

Max had shaped the little scheme he had in mind. 

The pearls were supposed to be safely lodged in a tiny packet which he hadplaced in the haversack in the presence of all the others. 

This, however, was all a delusion and a snare, for in pursuance of hisplans Max had secretly managed to quietly slip the two really valuablegems into his pocket, where he afterwards made them secure. 

All this was done with a definite object in view, for he more than halfexpected that before another dawn came the haversack would be visitedagain. 

By degrees the boys fell away, since Max had plainly announced that hewould take the first watch. 

No one seemed disposed to dispute the honor with him, because they were allvery sleepy. 

First Toby crawled under the tent, and by his heavy breathing they knew hewas dead to the world. 

Next Steve followed suit, and then Bandy-legs. 

"Wake me early, mother dear, because to-morrow will be the first of May, "the latter sang out, as he vanished. 

This left only Max and Owen. 

Now, the weight of his secret was weighing so heavily upon Max that he hadmade up his mind to take Owen into his confidence should a good chancearise. 

It seemed to be on hand. 

Accordingly, after binding his cousin to secrecy, Max began to relate thestrange thing he had seen on the preceding night. 

Of course Owen was properly shocked. 

He, too, had the utmost confidence in Steve Dowdy, and found greatdifficulty in believing that the other could ever descend to such a lowstate as making a thief out of himself. 

"The plaguy pearls must have fairly turned his head, Max, " he declared, with almost savage earnestness. 

"Just what I was beginning to believe, " the other admitted, with a shakeof his head. 

"But what can we do about it, Max?"

"I'm going to watch, " replied the other. 

"To-night, you mean?"

"Yes. The fever is still in Steve's veins. He doesn't seem to act likehimself. And, Owen, d'ye know, I've read somewhere that some people arestrangely affected by certain kinds of gems. They seem bewitched whenlooking at or handling the same. "

"That's it, Max. Pearls must have some sort of terrible fascination forpoor Steve. "

"He admitted as much himself, and you all heard him say so, " declared Max. 

"All right. Count me in, " Owen went on. 

"What d'ye mean by saying that, cousin?" asked Max. 

"Only that you won't have to watch alone, Max. "

"Just as you say, my boy. Glad to have your company. But we'd better bemaking preparations to keep our eyes on that bag, " Max went on. 

"Why, I can see it from here, so long as the fire keeps blazing, " Owenasserted. 

"I purposely hung it in that place, and drew back the tent flap so I couldkeep an eye on the bag all the time. So Owen, let's settle down here, andmake ourselves as comfy as we can. "

"All we have to do is to drop a little wood on the fire once in a while, eh, Max?"

"That's right; and while we watch we can talk in whispers if we feel likeit, Owen. "

"Still, it would be better to keep quiet, I suppose, " suggested the cousinof Max. 

"Of course. He might hear us, and lie low, " replied the one who wasengineering things. 

"But you've fixed it so that while we lie here on our blankets, no onewould be apt to notice us from the tent. You had a purpose in doing that, I expect?" questioned Owen. 

"I thought he might take a look around first to see where I was; and notdiscovering me in sight would believe I had gone to sleep on my post, "Max went on. 

"This is a nightmare of a time, " grumbled Owen. 

"That's right, " echoed the other, promptly. "Seems to me I must bedreaming when I find myself suspecting Steve of such a nasty thing. Butwait up and see, Owen. If nothing happens I'll be surprised, likewisemighty well pleased. "

They accordingly lapsed into silence. 

Minutes glided by. To both the boys they seemed to be shod with lead, so slowly did the time pass. 

When the fire burned low, as it did on several occasions, Max would crawlout, manage to toss an armful of wood upon the red embers, and immediatelyseek his hiding place again. 

One, two hours had gone, and so far nothing out of the common had come topass. 

Owen found himself getting somewhat sleepy, and in various ways he foughtagainst the drowsy sensation. 

"That's an owl, I reckon, ain't it, Max?" he whispered when certain queersounds floated to their ears out of the depths of the forest. 

"Of course, " replied the other, in the same cautious tone, which could nothave been heard ten feet away. 

"And those are tree frogs croaking close by?" continued Owen, who knew allabout these things from reading; while his cousin did the same throughpractical experience. 

"They're calling for more rain!" chuckled Max; "but I hope the old fellowup above, who turns on the sprinkler when he takes a notion, don't pay anyattention, because rain in camp is generally a nasty time. "

Once more the two boys lapsed into silence. 

Perhaps another half hour had passed when Owen, whose eyes were gettingvery heavy, so that he found himself nodding, felt something touch his arm. 

He started violently, possibly under the impression that some snake or wildanimal from the woods had reached them unawares. 

"H-s-sh!"

Why, to be sure, it was Max who hissed this warning in his ear. And, ofcourse, it must be his cousin's hand that was laid on his own arm. 

"Look!"

The one word proved sufficient to make Owen remember what they were lyingthere for. Accordingly he craned his neck so as to see the interior of thetent. 

The fire was burning fairly well, and as Max had fastened the canvas flapsunusually far back, in order to admit plenty of air, as he had said at thetime, it was easy to see. 

Owen felt another thrill, immediately succeeded by a chilly sensation. 

There was a movement within the tent, as if some person might be advancingtoward the spot where the haversack hung in plain sight. 

The firelight fell plainly upon a face, and Owen had no difficulty inrecognizing--Steve!

Almost holding their breath the two boys watched to see what their strangechum did. 

They saw him deliberately open the haversack and plunge his hand inside. 

"Oh! look! he's got the little package, Max, " whispered the horrified Owen. 

Max pinched his arm. 

"Keep still, " he made out to say in the other's ear. 

He feared that Owen's disturbed voice might have reached the ears of theprowler; but there was no sign to indicate such a thing. 

Indeed, Steve went about his task with a deliberation that puzzled both thewatchers. 

"There! he's gone back to his blanket again, " muttered Owen, unable longerto keep still; "and Max, did you see where he put that little packet whichhe believes holds all our prizes!"

"Yes, " replied the other, "inside that old extra coffee pot we fetchedalong to use in case anything happened to the one we have on the fire threetimes a day. "

"That's the funniest thing I ever heard of, sure, " continued Owen. "He'scrazy, that's what. Who'd ever think of looking in that bum old coffee potfor anything worth while, tell me that, will you?"

"I can't. I'm all up in the air myself, " admitted Max. 

"Still, we saw him do it, didn't we! It wasn't a dope dream, was it, Max!"

"I'm going to prove it pretty soon, Owen. "

"As how?" demanded the other. 

"By getting that old coffee pot out here, and looking it over, that's how, "replied the other. 

"Bully idea!" exclaimed Owen, quickly. "Say, looky here, perhaps now youreally expect to find our other lost pearl in there?"

"Wouldn't surprise me one little bit, " chuckled Max. 

"Oh! can't you sneak in now and crib the coffee pot?" begged Owen. 

"Give him ten minutes to settle down, " came the reply. 

At the end of what seemed the longest ten minutes he had ever known, Owensaw his agile cousin begin to move toward the opening of the tent. 

On the way Max picked up a long, stout stick that had a slight turn at theend. "He's going to fish for the coffee pot, " whispered Owen, in more orless delight; for he did so enjoy seeing Max undertake anything thatrequired brains. 

The fishing met with speedy reward, for once the crook at the end of thepole had been inserted into the handle of the coffee pot, and the rest waseasy. 

So Max came back to where he had left his comrade, bearing in his hands theold cooking utensil that thus far had not been needed, and might, if theother only held out, only prove a form of insurance against possibledisaster. 

Deliberately Max opened the coffee pot and thrust his hand inside. 

"Here's a package, " he said, drawing something out. 

"No need to open that, " observed Owen, quickly; "because we know it onlyholds the three poor pearls found in the catch brought in by the lastsquad. Feel deeper, Max. Strike anything?"

For reply the other drew his hand out, nor did it come into view empty. 

"The little cardboard box you put the first prize in, " gasped Owen. "Please hurry and open it up, Max. "

His chum was no less eager to see what the contents of the box would proveto be. 

No sooner had he removed the lid than the enraptured eyes of the two boysfell upon the lost pearl! Yes, there it rested on its pink cotton bed, looking even more beautiful in Owen's eyes than either of the two laterprizes. 

After staring at it for some time the boys allowed their eyes to exchangea look. Max was pale and distressed, while his cousin, on the other hand, seemed to be excited, as though indignation and even anger had surged upwithin him. 

CHAPTER XI. 

THE NEW COOK SPRINGS HIS SURPRISE. 

"Well, what d'ye think of that, eh?" Owen exclaimed. 

"It's hard to believe, " replied the other. 

"But all the same, we saw him with our own eyes, Max, " declared the other. 

"Yes, that's so, " answered Max, reluctantly. 

"He took the first pearl; and meant to hide the other pair of beauties!"Owen went on. 

"Looks like it, " Max admitted. 

"Then that ends it. Steve Dowdy can't train in our camp, or go along thesame trail as we do, after this, " and Owen shook his head in a verydetermined way as he made this assertion. 

"Oh! hold your horses a little while, can't you, Owen?"

"What! do you mean to give him another trial--is that it, Max?"

"Just one more, if we're lucky enough to find a prize, " replied the other. "Perhaps after all we'll have to use this jolly little milk-white chap overagain. "

"Huh! I hope not, " grumbled Owen. "Say, you mean to put it with the othersin your pocketbook, don't you, and let the little box go empty?"

"Of course. But try and forget all about this for a while, Owen. Give meanother day to figure it out, please. "

"Say, I bet you've got an idea right now, Max; you're always so quick tosee through things. "

"If I have I must think it over, " replied the other. 

"Well, let me say this just once, and then I'll ring off for good, " Owenwent on. "If he tries this same measly old game to-morrow night, you justought to jump on Steve, and demand to know what he means by treating hischums in this way. "

Max laughed a little. 

"Maybe I will, Owen, " he remarked. "The idea struck me before you mentionedit. Just wait and see how things are going to turn out. "

"But you'll bait the trap again, Max, so Steve'll know, or believe the gameis worth the candle?"

"Well, I guess yes, " replied the other. 

"How about telling Toby or Bandy-legs?" asked Owen. 

"Better not, " came the quick reply. "Neither of them are worth shucks aboutkeeping a secret, and chances are they'd give it away. "

"Just as you say, Max. I depend on you to run this game down. But it makesme feel awful sore. I never would have believed it of good old Steve. "

"Well, just hold your judgment in the air for a little while longer, Owen, "Max said, calmly. 

His cousin looked hard at him. Then he shook his head as if completelypuzzled. 

"Gee! but you do beat the Dutch, Max, " he muttered. "I honestly reckonyou're hoping to make me doubt what my own eyes saw. But, anyhow, I'm gameto stand it out to the end. "

"Well, let's crawl in now with our blankets, " suggested Max. 

"What! don't we keep watch any more, or wake up one of the others to takeour place?" Owen demanded. 

"Stop and think; what's the use?" chuckled Max. 

"Glory! that's so. The performance is over for this night, anyhow. Guessyou're about right, Max; and I do sure feel mighty sleepy. "

So both boys managed to find the places reserved for them under the canvas, and slipped in without disturbing their comrades. 

Steve was rolled up in his blanket very much after the manner of a mummy. Max cast a sharp look that way, and even bent over Steve as he arrangedhimself in his rather cramped quarters. 

"Seems to be sleeping as sound as a bug in a rug, " was his mental comment, as he caught the even and natural breathing of the suspected chum. 

The balance of the night passed away without any further alarm. 

When morning came Toby and Bandy-legs took Max to task because he had notcalled on them to serve as sentinels over the camp. 

"Owen and I looked to that all right, " Max laughed back. 

"Then you are sure nobody made a sneak on us and got away with the secondbatch of prizes?"

It was Bandy-legs who put this question. Both Toby and Steve seemedintensely interested in the answer. 

"Sure, why, of course, we are, " replied Max, confidently. "Nobody whodidn't belong here had a chance to poke his nose into our tent lastnight. "

Toby and Bandy-legs declared themselves satisfied with this assurance. Asfor Steve, though he made no remark on the subject, his face seemed toindicate contentment. 

"Is it because he thinks he wasn't seen?" Max kept asking himself, uneasily; but found no answer. 

The plans for the morning were soon arranged. 

Steve was to pilot Owen to the river over the trail he and Max had made. And at the last moment Toby begged for a chance to accompany theexpedition. 

"I w-w-want to show that I w-w-wasn't the Jonah yesterday, " he remarked, after Max had said he could be spared. 

"Oh! rats!" spluttered Bandy-legs, whose turn it was to attempt thecooking; but Max thought he did not seem quite as cheerful as ordinarily. 

Max himself really meant to have a try in the marsh for woodcock, as theywere known to frequent the low ground when feeding. 

So the three boys went off, each with his empty bag, which he hoped tobring back partly filled with mussels, some of which might develop prizeswhen finally opened up. 

Bandy-legs pottered around the fire for a while, but Max could see howunnaturally he acted. 

"That boy's got something on his mind, it is dollars to doughnuts, " hekept saying to himself, as he watched the nervous movements of the newcook. 

This uncertainty caused him to postpone his departure in search of theonly game available at that time of year. He thought he would hastendevelopments, and bring Bandy-legs to the point. 

"Something bothering you a bit, old fellow?" he remarked, presently. 

The other looked around uneasily. 

"Sure they won't come back on us yet a while, eh, Max?" he asked, eagerly. 

"No danger of that, " assured Max. "You can say what you want, and nobodywill hear you. "

"Oh! Max, it's dreadful, " began Bandy-legs. 

"What is?" asked the other, though a sudden suspicion of the truth flashedthrough his mind. 

"About Steve. How could he be so mean?" Bandy-legs went on. 

"Hello! what do you know about it?" demanded Max. 

"_I saw him!_" answered the cook, shaking his head in a dolorousfashion. "Say, I've been thinking it over all the time. I was awake whenyou and Owen came in. And somehow, Max, I just feel awful about it. He mustbe half crazy to do such a thing. "

"Perhaps he is, " admitted Max, cautiously. "But look here, do you mean youwere awake last night, and saw what Steve did? Is that it, Bandy-legs?"

"Yes. And, Max, he put the pearls in our old coffee pot, would you believeit?" the other went on, excitedly. 

Max took out the stout little pocketbook which was intended for silver. Ashe opened this he remarked:

"Hold your hand, Bandy-legs. "

"Good gracious! two, three beautiful pearls! Say, are they ours, the firstone as well as the other two? And how did you get hold of them, Max?" criedthe other when he could catch his breath. 

So, of course, Max had to tell him the whole story. 

"And we must keep mum about it till you play your hand; is that it?" askedthe wondering and awestruck Bandy-legs, at the conclusion of the recital. 

"Try and forget all about it, and act just the same as usual toward Steve, "said Max. 

The other agreed to do his best. 

"But, Max, " he added, "I'm awful sore over it. Steve Dowdy was never knownas having light fingers all the time I went to school with him. Fact is, only that I saw him do it with my own eyes, nothing could make me believeSteve a thief. Oh! it's just rank!"

Max sauntered off, gun in hand, while the cook busied himself about thefire. Bandy-legs had brought his wonderful cookbook along. This containeddozens of recipes given him by the black "mammy" at home. These Bandy-legshad written out after his own idea as to what should be used. But, perhaps, he may have misunderstood the directions in some cases; and the mostastonishing results were apt to follow his attempt to surprise hiscampmates with some new dish calculated to tickle their healthy appetites. 

He heard Max fire frequently. 

"Run across game, all right, " chuckled Bandy-legs as he worked onindustriously. 

Eating in all its phases appealed to Bandy-legs; and the very thought ofgame for supper tickled his fancy. 

When Max did show up later on he was carrying a very nice little bundle ofthe long-billed woodcock with their attractive breasts. 

"How many?" demanded Bandy-legs, turning away from the fire where he hadsomething boiling furiously. 

"Count and see, " laughed Max, placing his shotgun against a tree, andsitting down to rest. 

"Just five, " remarked Bandy-legs, presently; "say, that was mighty kind ofyou not to skip me, Max. One apiece all around, eh? Wow! I hope now my booktells just how woodcock are to be done, for blessed if I know a thing aboutit. To tell the honest truth, I don't recollect ever having seen thegamy-looking bird before. "

"We'll manage that part of the programme all right, never fear, Bandy-legs. Pretty near time for the boys to be showing up, ain't it? Hey! something'sboiling over and trying to put out the fire. "

With a whoop Bandy-legs made a wild dash for his station, and apparentlymanaged to "save his bacon, " as Max called out, laughingly. 

Presently the sound of voices told that the rest of the camping party hadarrived. 

Each of them seemed to be carrying something of a load on his back. 

The catch was heaped in a pile, and Bandy-legs left his fire long enough toadmire the product of the morning "wading act. "

"Get ready for dinner, you fellows, " he remarked, with a trace of anxietyin his voice. 

The rude table was set with the usual tin cups, pie pans for plates, knives, forks, and spoons. In addition there was a pile of bread, somecheese and crackers, part of a boiled ham, a mess of cold rice left overfrom the previous day, and a dish of hot Boston baked beans. 

"Bring on the coffee, " sang out Steve, sitting down. 

"S-s-say, what you got in the p-p-pot?" demanded Toby, suspiciously. 

"A surprise, " grinned Bandy-legs. 

He filled four bowls with something from the pot and set them before hischums. It had a queer odor, and the boys sniffed at it first, lookingtoward each other. 

Toby was the first one bold enough to put a spoonful into his mouth. 

"Yum-yum!" he seemed to gurgle, and the others took this as an indicationof approval, for immediately the three followed the example set by the"taster. "

At once shouts and laughter went up, as every boy, even including theartful Toby, made haste to get rid of his mouthful as fast as possible. 

"Ugh! what a horrible mess!" cried Owen. 

"What did you fool us for, Toby?" demanded Steve. 

"Huh! t-t-think I w-w-wanted all the t-t-taste to m-m-myself?" demandedToby. 

"But whatever did you put in this stew to make it taste so funny?"demanded Max. 

"H-h-hope he didn't p-p-poison us?" broke out Toby. 

"Why, I only put some salt in it, " explained the cook, greatly broken upover his first attempt at "surprising" his chums. 

"What did you take that salt out of?" asked Owen. 

"This little glass jar here; but what're you grinning at? Ain't it salt atall?" demanded Bandy-legs. 

"Taste it and see, " Owen fired back. 

The cook did so, and made a wry face. 

"Baking soda!" he gasped; "and I spoiled my stew. "

"And burnt it in the bargain, " laughed Max, remembering the boiling-overepisode; "but there's plenty to eat besides. So pitch in, boys, and afterwe get through we'll see what sort of luck you had this morning. "

CHAPTER XII

DANGER AHEAD ON THE TRAIL. 

"Look at Steve!"

It was Owen who muttered these three words in the ear of his cousin. 

"Yes, I've been keeping an eye on him, " replied the other, uneasily. 

It was to be expected that those who had gone off on the morning hunt forshellfish would show more or less eagerness to get at their catch, in orderto learn just what sort of luck had attended their labors. 

But long before either Toby or Owen had finished eating, Steve hurried overto the pile, and squatting down, tailor fashion, began opening mussels. 

Just as the rest began to leave the vicinity of the fire they heard himgive a shout. 

"Say, looky there at Steve--he's dancing around like a wild Injun!" criedBandy-legs. 

"B-b-bet you he's f-f-found a jim-dandy p-p-pearl, " spluttered Toby. 

All of them hastened over to where their comrade was carrying on soextravagantly. 

"What you got, Steve?" demanded Bandy-legs. 

"The best one yet, sure as you're born, " and with these thrilling wordsSteve opened his palm. 

It was certainly a larger pearl than any they had yet found, and presenteda more imposing appearance. 

All of them crowded around to admire, and many were the pleased expressionswhich the young pearl hunters gave vent to. 

"Couldn't hardly believe my eyes when I saw that beauty lying in theshell, " remarked the excited Steve; "and the funniest part of it all is Ipicked up that shell myself. "

"How d'ye know that?" asked Owen. "There were two others along, perhapsyou remember. "

"Sure, " laughed Steve, as pleased as a child, his eyes beaming, and hisface flushed. "I'll tell you how it is, fellows. Notice this queer marklike a five-pointed star on the shell? I remember stopping to look at itafter washing the mud off the outside. Gee! little did I suspect what I washolding in my hand. "

"G-g-guess not, " wabbled Toby. "If you d-d-did I just reckon you'dg-g-gone ashore and b-b-b-b--"

Of course, when Toby floundered in the depths one of his chums as usualpounded him on the back vigorously; but that would not have wrought a cureonly that the unfortunate stutterer managed to give his whistle, and thencry triumphantly:

"Busted it open--there!"

"You just bet I would, " admitted Steve. 

"Say, we forgot to notice something, " declared Bandy-legs. 

"As what?" asked Owen. 

"Whether the shells of those other oysters that held prizes were alsomarked with a star, " Bandy-legs went on; at which the balance of the crowdlaughed uproariously. 

"What d'ye think of that?" cried Steve. "He expects that when a musselstarts in to grow a nice healthy pearl he scratches a star on his shell tolet the hard-working hunter know when he's struck a bonanza!"

"Oh! my, how k-k-kind, " chuckled Toby. 

"Anyhow, " asserted Bandy-legs, stoutly, as he held the shell in question inhis hand, "me to keep tabs when I'm doing the grabbing act this afternoon. And I give you all fair warning that if I do run across a shell with thestar, I'm going ashore to open the same. "

"Good luck to you, then, " laughed Steve. "Here, Max, take charge of this, won't you, and put it with the rest of our prizes? I want to keep onopening shells, and see if my luck holds out. "

Max and Owen exchanged a quick look. 

Apparently Steve was perfectly sincere when he gave utterance to thisnatural remark. Their bewilderment grew more and more, and both boys, aswell as Bandy-legs found it impossible to understand what it could mean. 

Max walked back to the tent as if meaning to deposit the pearl in thehaversack along with the others. Of course he would really slip it into hislittle leather coin purse where the three valuable pearls already reposedin safety. 

"What d'ye make of him, Max?"

Owen asked this question as he bent over his chum, while the other wasmaking a great pretense of handling the haversack. 

"Ask me something easy, please, " the other replied, shaking his head fromside to side. 

"What bothers me is to understand why he called out, and let us all knowhe'd struck a find, " Owen continued. 

"Same here, " Max added. 

"You'd think that if Steve was the thief he seemed to be, his first actwould have been to quietly pocket this big pearl, and just keep mum. Ain'tit so, Max?"

"Seems that way, " came the ready answer. "To do that would save a heap oftrouble in taking it out of the bag while the rest of us slept. "

"But perhaps Steve really enjoys that exciting part of the business, "suggested Owen. 

"Do you know, a thought struck me, though I can't take much stock in it, "Max went on. 

"Let's hear it, anyhow, " remarked his chum. 

"Well, in order to make sure of the valuable pearls here, I'm putting themaway in my private purse. Well, what if some notion like that has struckour comrade, and he's hiding 'em unbeknown to us, either for a trick, orto make doubly sure they don't get lost. "

Owen sneered plainly, as if to express his disbelief in this far-fetchedtheory. 

"It's just like you to try and screen a chum, old fellow, " he observed;"but the idea seems too thin for me to take any stock in it. To tell thetruth, I'd call it fishy. It won't wash, and you know it. "

Max sighed as he closed the bag that really held only the three next toworthless pearls. 

"Own up, " persisted Owen; "say that you just can't believe such a thingyourself, much as you'd like to. "

"Yes, it is so; there must be some other explanation that we haven'tstruck yet. But I believe I'm on the right trail. Don't ask me any more, Owen. To-night will see the answer, I reckon. "

"Hope so, " grunted the other, and from his manner it was plain to be seenthat Owen did not share the sanguine spirit of his chum. 

"Now let's go back and see if there's anything doing with the rest of thefresh-water clams, " suggested Max. 

But, although every shell was opened and carefully examined, only a coupleof seed pearls were found, not worth mentioning alongside the four fineones. 

"Anyhow, " said Toby, as the last mussel was passed, "it wasn't a s-s-skunk. We g-g-got one b-b-bully old p-p-prize, didn't we, Steve?"

"Me to look for the star brand of mussels!" declared Bandy-legs; "they'rethe only kind worth toting to camp over that long trail. "

It was Max and Bandy-legs who started out shortly after, bent upon newconquests. 

"Look out for him, Max, " said Owen; "don't let him throw away all he finds, just because they don't happen to bear the star brand. "

"Oh! I'm not that big a silly, " chuckled Bandy-legs, starting off; "comeon, 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 inBandy-legs. 

"That's where you're away off, " chuckled Max. "Fact is, he began to tell_me_ about Steve going to the bag in the middle of the night, andhiding something in the old coffee pot. "

"You don't say?" exclaimed Owen. "How the dickens would Bandy-legs knowabout that?"

"Happened to be awake and saw it all. So I thought I'd tell him what weknew, so as to make him keep a close mouth. I guess he won't leak, Owen. "

"Then Toby is really the only one out of the secret?" Owen went on to say. 

"Yes. And there's no use telling him--yet. Time enough to-night when wespring the trap. But I'm off now, after Bandy-legs. So long, Owen. "

"Be mighty careful about that coin purse, " warned the one who was to stayin camp during the afternoon. "It would give me a big pain if you let itdrop out of your pocket while you were wading in the river. "

"Can't. I've fastened the pocket up snug with a big safety pin, " chuckledMax. 

He soon caught up with Bandy-legs, who was following the now plainly markedtrail that stretched through the forest between the river and the camp. 

Arriving at the water's edge Max soon decided that it might pay them towork a little lower downstream. 

So both removed most of their clothes and started to tread for the musselsthat lay concealed in the mud or sand of the river's bed. 

Max was very careful to make sure that the little coin purse was safelypinned inside his shirt. He would not have risked leaving that ashore fora good deal. 

An hour passed. 

"I see you've picked up quite a little load, " remarked Max, as the twopearl hunters happened to come close together while continuing their work. 

"All of two dozen, I reckon, " grunted Bandy-legs. 

"Many marked with the star brand?" asked Max. 

"Shucks! never a single one, the more the pity, " replied the other, grinning. "Still, I live in hopes. Found one that's got a cross on theshell. Might be that's another mark to tell how the old hermit inside hastaken to hatching out a pearl. "

"Well, let's make one more try of, say half an hour, " proposed Max. 

"All right, " agreed the other. "It's getting a little tiresome, I tell you. And I cut my toe on a sharp shell. Sing out when the time's up, Max. Heregoes to try along that point. Looks promising there. "

"Yes, because some sort of a bar sets out from the shore. I'll head thatway, too, only covering different ground. "

Max kept up the good work until the time limit had been reached. By thenthe two boys had about all the load they cared to carry over the trail tothe camp. 

"Hope nobody holds us up on the way, and makes us hand over all we've got, "suggested Bandy-legs. "Not that he'd get much out of me, becausethirty-seven cents is about the limit of my fortune now; but I'm thinkingof them pearls you carry, Max. "

"I've still left the coin purse pinned on the inside of my shirt, " remarkedMax; "so the chances are he wouldn't be apt to find it on me. "

They finished dressing, and, throwing the partly filled gunny sacks overtheir shoulders, started back along the trail for camp, Max in the lead. "Huh!" remarked Bandy-legs, as he trotted along at the heels of hiscompanion, "the fun about all this thing is the uncertainty of it. Ain'tthat so, Max?"

"It sure is, " replied the other, without turning his head. "Here we are, toting over five dozen mussels on our backs up and down, in and out, andwe're just in a state of blissful eagerness and suspense. Perhaps we carrya prize worth a whole vacation of sport; and then, again, chances are wedraw a blooming blank. "

"All right, " remarked the cheerful Max, "no matter how things turn outfrom now on, I don't see that any of us ought to kick. We've got fourpearls that are bound to give us many times as much as we really hoped toearn. And that's enough to make us happy. "

"It sure is, because now we'll be able to carry out all of those bullyplans we made. Wow! I c'n hardly believe it ain't all a dream, Max, " andBandy-legs drew a long sigh, as if trying to assure himself that he wasreally awake. 

"You'll begin to believe it when we send off for our motorcycles, and mapout the summer campaign, " laughed Max. 

"Glory be! that makes me thrill all over. If it does come to pass, won't webe the luckiest crowd that ever came down the pike?" assented Bandy-legs. 

"Oh! I'd hardly say that, " remarked the other. "We've worked for all we'vegot so far. The idea was, after all, the main thing, and we owe most ofthat to my cousin Owen reading so much about how these pearls are found inIndiana and Missouri streams. "

"Oh! take care, Max!" suddenly cried Bandy-legs. 

"What is it?" demanded the other, instantly. 

"Danger ahead; because I saw somebody poking a head out of the bushesthere, " Bandy-legs went on, breathlessly. 

CHAPTER XIII. 

MAX PLAYS THE GOOD SAMARITAN. 

Max instantly dropped his sack of shellfish. 

He had picked up a good stout stick, which he used as a cane while walking, poking ahead in every clump of bushes where it was possible a snake mightlie coiled up in waiting. 

Bandy-legs had followed suit, and he, too, flourished a substantial hickorystaff, which looked capable of doing good work in a pinch. 

"Now where did you see all this?" asked Max. 

"Over yonder where that thick vine crawls all over things, " came thequivering answer. 

"All right; let's investigate then, " suggested Max, as he took a boldforward step. 

At this demonstration Bandy-legs gasped. 

"Say, are you really going to tackle him, Max?"

"Oh! I don't know, " replied the other, carelessly, yet with a firm ring tohis voice, and a determined look on his face. "If he's lying in wait toambush us, we might as well turn the tables around, and start the ballrolling ourselves. "

"But--gosh! he might have a gun!" suggested Bandy-legs. 

"Let's hope not, " Max went on, cheerfully; "because that would be unfair, as we've left all our shooting-irons in camp. Anyhow, it might pay us toput a bold face on the matter. So come along, Bandy-legs. "

"W-w-who's afraid?" gurgled the other, trying to look and act like hischum, though the effort was not wholly a success. 

Accordingly the two boys advanced straight toward the clump of bushesbordering on the camp trail, and which were overrun by the luxuriant vine. 

"There he is again, Max!" hissed Bandy-legs. 

"Yes, I see him; and I reckon now that it's only that half-grown boy again, after all, Bandy-legs. "

The other gave a sigh, perhaps of relief. 

"Guess you hit the nail on the head that time, when you said what you did;because it's sure enough no big-bearded man waiting to hold us up. Wonderwhat he wants with us, Max?"

"Don't you see he's beckoning right now?" asked the other, in a puzzledtone. 

"That's right; but please go slow, Max. "

"Why do you say that?" demanded the other, keeping his eyes on the eagerlybeckoning boy who was emerging from the thicket. 

"Might be a trap, you know, " Bandy-legs went on. "Heard about such things. The little critter may be just toling us on like they train a dog to dodown in the duck regions along Chesapeake Bay. "

"Oh, rats!" Max remarked. "That look of terror on his face ain't put on. You mark my words, Bandy-legs, he's in a hole of some kind, and wants usto lend him a hand, see?"

"But where's the hole?" asked the other. 

"Oh! come off, won't you? I mean he's in trouble. But here we are, andwe'll soon know. "

As Max said these last words he allowed a reassuring smile to creep overhis face. He realized that the ragged boy was in some condition of genuinedistress; and Max had too kind a heart to even dream of adding to the poorlad's mental agony. 

"Hello! who are you, and what's the matter?" he asked, as they drew upalongside the smaller boy. 

"I'm Jim, mister, an' I'm in a heap o' trouble, " the boy said, with aneffort. 

"Well, Jim, we want to be friends, " Max went on. "Suppose you tell us whatit's all about, won't you?"

Something in his cheery tone, as well as the kind expression upon his face, seemed to give renewed confidence to the poor little chap. 

This may have been the first time a stranger had ever spoken to him aftersuch a fashion. Perhaps he had had a cruel experience with the world, andwas accustomed to looking upon all strangers as enemies. 

But, now, the look of fear left his face, though there still remained thatexpression of agony. 

"Reckon as how he's goin' tuh cash in, stranger, " he said; and Max graspedthe meaning of his words, although they were next door to Greek toBandy-legs. 

"Who do you mean by saying he?" asked Max. 

"Dad, " answered the forlorn specimen, drawing down the corners of hismouth. 

"Is he sick?" continued Max. 

"Nope. Got hurted bad. Falled down a big drop. Reckon like he's a suregoner, " the boy whimpered. 

"Where is he now?" the other asked, briskly. 

"In our shack. He done crawled part way, an' wen I diskivered him I helpeddrag him home. "

The lad said this latter a little proudly, as though he wanted these boysto understand that while he might look thin and puny, still he was notlacking in pure grit, and the ability to "do things. "

"What do you want us to do, Jim?" asked Max. 

"I seed yuh goin' along hyah, an' I thort as how p'r'aps yuh wont come overan' see dad. He's got a leg broke, that's flat; but yuh see he feels sopow'ful bad inside he's 'feared he's hurt thar. Cain't yuh come 'long withme, mistah?"

Not for a moment did warm-hearted Max hesitate. 

"Sure we will. Lead the way, Jim. I suppose you can bring us back hereagain to get our bags of mussels, " he said, promptly. 

"I sartin kin, an' I will, mistah, " replied the boy, a faint look as ofhope appearing on his brown face. 

"But, Max--" whispered Bandy-legs, plucking at his companion's coat sleeve. 

"What ails you?" asked Max, impatiently. 

"Is it safe, d'ye think?" demanded the other; "wouldn't it be better for usto go on to camp, pick up a gun, and then join Jim here?"

"You can, if you want to, " said Max; "as for me, I'm going to believe inthe story he tells. "

But he did not throw away the stout stick which at the time he chanced tobe carrying. 

The boy had turned around. He wanted to see what they meant to do, and anew dread seemed to be gripping him. 

But when Max once again started forward, Bandy-legs, as if a littleashamed of his suspicion, kept him company. 

Thus, following the uncouth little fellow closely, they began to passthrough a very dense section of forest. 

Max considered that since they were going to all this trouble in order todo a good deed, it might be as well to learn a few things. 

Accordingly he quickened his pace, so that he drew up alongside Jim. 

"What's your dad's name, Jim?" he asked. 

The boy seemed to hesitate, as though even in his young mind he doubtedthe propriety of giving away family secrets. 

"Calls hisself Tom Jones, mistah, " he finally replied; but Max readilyunderstood that the chances were the man had another name, which he did notlike to own, as possibly it was connected with a prison sentence, or somecrime. 

However, Max did not allow himself to feel any sort of curiosity in thisdirection. It was enough for him to know that the unfortunate man hadfallen upon evil days, and was lying there with a broken leg, perhaps evendying, and far removed from all doctors. 

"We've seen signs around that made us think you were collecting thesemussel shells, " he went on. 

The boy nodded his head in the affirmative. 

"No use denyin' it, mistah, 'case yuh'd see our shack wen yuh git thar, anyways, " he muttered. 

"And you've been thinking we'd come up here to beat you out in the game--isthat it?" Max continued. 

Another vigorous nod, and a gloomy look answered him. 

"Well, that's where you're away off, Jim, " Max went on. "We don't care forthe shells, and you're welcome to all we happen to gather, after we'vetaken out and eaten the meat. I suppose your dad means to get a load downthe river, and sell the same to some factory that manufactures pearlbuttons?"

"Yep. An' we was a gettin' heaps o' 'em; but if dad he draps off, it's allbusted, " Jim replied. 

His manner told Max that at least he must cherish a certain amount ofaffection for his father. 

"Ain't we nearly there?" grunted Bandy-legs, who had proven clumsy, so thatseveral times, catching a foot in some concealed creeper, he had almostfallen flat. 

"Jest a leetle bit furder, mistah, " replied Jim, eagerly, as though hefeared that these new-found friends might grow suspicious or weary, anddesert him in his time of great need. 

Five minutes later and they stepped into a little open space. The hill roseabruptly before them. Max realized that they must be close to the camp ofthe shell gatherers, even before he saw this opening, for he could detectan odor in the air far from delightful, and which he knew must come from acollection of hundreds and hundreds of shells, many of them possiblyrecently opened. 

Jim's father had found a natural cave under a great shelf of rock thatjutted out from the base of the hill. 

Here the two were safe from the violent summer storms; and with a couple ofworn blankets, a few cooking utensils, and a scant allowance of food, theywere able to carry on the business of gathering the fine shells, with theirmother-of-pearl lining, so necessary in the button trade. 

Several piles of shells caught the eyes of the two boys as they approachedthe strange camp. 

Max, however, looking farther, discovered a form upon the ground, partlycovered by a blanket. 

A dreadful suspicion came over him that the man might have died while Jimwas seeking help. This, however, was speedily dissipated, for he saw "TomJones" raise himself on one arm and stare hard at them. 

Fear was in those burning dark eyes, such fear as might be shown by afugitive from justice, one who believed every honest man's hand wasraised against him. 

But Max would not allow himself to even think of this. The poor fellow wasin trouble; he needed help the worst kind, and it was no business of theirsto ask questions. 

"We've come to see if we can help you, Mr. Jones, " he remarked, in hiscustomary cheery tone, as he bent over the injured man. 

"Jim got yuh, did he?" muttered the other. "Knowed 'twar the on'y thing tuhbe did, no matter wat follered. "

"Make your mind easy, because there's nothing going to follow. Now, ithappens that even if I am only a boy, I've always had an itching to be asurgeon some day. So I know a little about setting broken bones. I'm goingto play doctor, if you'll let me, Mr. Jones. "

As Max said this he stripped off his coat. The boy watched him in awe, while the man showed signs of newly awakened hope. 

For quite some time Max examined his patient, even turning the man over sothat he could test his ribs thoroughly. 

"Now I'm going to set that leg the best I can, with splints to hold it. After all it's a simple fracture a little way above the ankle. Those blackand blue marks don't count for anything, Mr. Jones. Make up your mindyou're going to pull through nicely. You were lucky, for it might havebeen much worse. "

"But I'm sore up in the body, " said the man. 

"Yes, you're bruised some, and I expect a rib or two may be broken. Butthey'll mend all right. Don't worry for a minute. I'll come and see youagain once or twice before we go back to town. And I'm going to send you upsome things from the store. "

The man could hardly express his gratitude, but Max saw tears in his eyes. He was ragged and wore a rough beard, but his face was not unkind. And Jimseemed to set considerable store by his father, which would indicate thatthe boy was not abused. 

"Gettin' shells, too, I reckon?" the man remarked, as Max shook hands withhim preparatory to leaving. 

"Well, no, " replied Max, and then, obeying a sudden inspiration, he wenton; "it might pay you after this to carefully examine the _inside_ ofevery fresh-water clam you gather, because we've found some good pearlsthat are worth ten times as much as all your shells. Good-by, Tom Jones. I'm coming again to-morrow to see you, and bring some coffee and bacon. Now, Jim, show us the way back to where we left our sacks. "

CHAPTER XIV. 

SETTING THE MAN TRAP AGAIN. 

Jim was only too delighted to act once more as guide. 

The look of fear had quite left his face, and both Max and Bandy-legs sawthat after all the poor little chap was rather a decent-looking boy. 

"Say, is he agoin' tuh git well, mistah?" he asked, turning when they wereonce more fairly on the way back to the trail leading to the camp. 

"Sure he is, Jim, " answered Max. 

"But he'd 'a' gone dead on'y for you uns comin' tuh help. Reckon as how weorter be kinder 'bleeged fur doin' this away, " went on the boy, awkwardlytrying to prove that he knew what gratitude meant. 

"That's all right, Jim, " Max smilingly said. "Perhaps he wouldn't havedied on account of his broken leg, but he'd never walked again without alimp. But look here, don't you say another word about it, Jim. "

"But--"

"Because, " Max went on, quickly, "it's been a pleasure to me to attend yourdad. I'm wanting to be a surgeon some day, and every little bit of practicehelps. Now, if you don't mind, we'd like to know something about you, Jim. Where'd you come from? I never saw you or your father around Carson, whichis the name of the town where my chum here and myself live. "

The boy actually turned red in the face. His confusion told the sharp-eyedMax that there must be some sort of unpleasant story connected with thepast. 

"Hold on, Jim, I take that back, " he hastened to say. "It's none of mybusiness, and you needn't tell me anything about what you've been through. "

"But I jest has tuh, 'case it's been a-burnin' in here ever so long, an'never anybody tuh tell, " and Jim slapped his hand on his breast as hespoke. 

"Oh! well, please yourself, Jim, " Max observed, seeing that the confidencewould really satisfy the boy, who had evidently never known a friend in allhis life, save his wandering father. 

"And, Jim, " put in Bandy-legs, seriously, "just you make up your mind thatwe'll never whisper a word of what you tell us to a living soul, eh, Max?"

"That's a sure thing, " replied the other. 

Jim fell back a little, so that he might be closer to these two splendidfriends, who were already assuming the r�le of heroes in his eyes. 

"'Tain't so bad, I reckons, " he started in to say. "Yuh see, dad, he neverdone as they sez. Lots o' times he tells me as how sum other man he triestuh rob that ole farmer. But they ketched him in our camp, an' totes himtuh the farmhouse. I heerd 'em say as how they means tuh kerry dad tuh townan' hev him shut up, when mawnin' kims along. "

The boy drew a long breath. His eyes flashed with the memory of the wrongsthat had been heaped upon his father; and Max chuckled with glee to seethat after all he had more or less "spunk" in his small body. 

"I take it from what you say, Jim, that you weren't made a prisoner at thesame time they nabbed your father?" he remarked. 

"Naw, " replied the boy, "I chanct tuh be away from camp jest then, yuh see. Wen I kim back I seed three big men a-hustlin' dad along, an' him a-sayingall' ther time he never done nawthin'. "

"Of course you followed them?" said Max. 

"Yep. They wasn't nawthin' else tuh be done, " came the answer, as the boygrinned a little. 

"Bet you he helped his dad skip out, Max, " was the suggestion Bandy-legsput up. 

"Did you, Jim?" demanded the other. 

"I sartin did that same, mistah, " came the prompt reply, a little proudly. "Seen whar they done locked dad in the smokehouse. Tried the door, but itwa'n't no go. Then I started tuh tunnel under the wall. "

"Well, I declare! What d'ye think of that, now?" exclaimed the wonderingBandy-legs. "Ain't he just the little boss schemer, though?"

"And did you succeed--did you get your dad out all right?" asked Max. 

"I sartin did. Took a heap o' time, I tell yuh. Reckon 'twas nigh mawnin'wen he crawled through the hole, an' we lit out foh the woods. "

"And since that time you've been in hiding, afraid to show yourselves inany town?" Max continued, bent on knowing all the particulars, for he hadtaken a decided interest in little Jim. 

"Yep, we jest stuck tuh the woods, " the other went on to say. "Dad, he'membered hearin' some feller say as how these yer shells was wuth money, if so be they cud be gathered in heaps. An' so yuh see we ben gatherin' 'emright along. "

"How'd you ever get feed?" asked Bandy-legs, whose mind always traveled tothis very important question. 

"Dad had jest a leetle money, left over from his last job, " Jim replied. "Then we set traps an' ketched a few rabbits. I fished some, too. Reckonwe managed tuh get along. Lots o' times, though, I was that hungry I cud'a' et a raw turnip. "

"You say your father worked--was he a farm hand?" Max asked. 

"Naw. Dad he's a travelin' printer, an' a good un, too, mistah. But he jestcain't stay ennywhere long. He's got gypsy blood, yuh see, and the travelbug he sez is in his body. So arter a little we gets out on the road againtuh see the sights. "

"A traveling printer, eh?" remarked Bandy-legs; "say, that's kind of queernow. Reckon he'd strike a job if he dropped in on Mr. Robbins, the editorof the _Carson Weekly Town Topics_. "

"What makes you say that?" demanded Max. 

"Because I chanced to hear him say his typesetter was bound to leave him inthe lurch, and he didn't know where he'd get a man by the first of themonth, " Bandy-legs replied promptly. 

"There, do you hear that, Jim?" remarked Max. 

"Yep. But reckons as how it ain't a-goin' tuh do we uns any good, " answeredthe boy, dejectedly. 

"Why not? By that time your dad's leg ought to be fairly well. And a coupleof us boys could take him down to Carson soon in one of our boats. "

Jim looked into the face of his kind friend while Max was speaking. Therewere tears in the little chap's eyes. 

"Reckon yuh done forget, mistah!" he sighed. 

"Now you mean about the trouble your dad fell into on account of that oldfarmer; is that it, Jim?" demanded Max. 

The boy nodded his head in a forlorn fashion. 

"How long ago was this, Jim--about a month?" Max asked. 

"Reckon she be all o' that, mistah. "

"And did you hear the name of the old farmer whose house had been robbed, Jim?"

"I never done forgot that. I seems tuh heah it whispered by every leetlewind thet blows. Wenever I waked up in the night it kim a-stealin' alongpast the ledge o' rock, an' makin' me shiver, I tell yuh. He was a orfulhard-lookin' ole man, mistah. "

"But perhaps not quite so hard as he seemed, Jim. Was that name Griffin, Jim?" asked Max. 

"Yep, " piped the boy, shivering; "an heah's them two bag o' mussels, jestwhar yuh left 'em. "

"All right, Jim. I didn't expect they'd be stolen. Now listen to what I say, Jim. "

"Yas, suh. "

"When you go back to your dad tell him I said he needn't be afraid to showhimself in Carson, or any other town around these diggings; because thetramp who robbed old Griffin's place was caught, and all the stuff found onhim!"

"That's right, " interrupted Bandy-legs, anxious to have a part in thedevelopments; "and I saw the Chief of Police bring him into town, too. Hewas sure a tough-looking case. Your dad looks like a gentleman beside thathobo thief. "

"Old Griffin is a just man, " Max went on. "I'm sure he's felt sorry fortreating your father as roughly as he did, without having any evidenceagainst him. And if you two showed up at his place to-day chances are he'dtake you both in and give you jobs. "

"But, " said Bandy-legs, "there ain't no need of that. I'm bent on seeingTom Jones get that vacancy on the local paper. "

"Is Tom Jones your father's real name?" asked Max. "You needn't be afraidto say, Jim, because nobody is going to harm him now. "

"It's Thomas Archer. He kin talk jest as good as you kin, wen he wants tuhto do it. But the fellers we tramps with done lawf at him, so he larns tuhtalk like they does. But yuh done makes me happy, tell yuh, mistah. Gladnow I waited on the trail foh yuh. "

"You belong down South, don't you, Jim?" asked Max. 

"Reckon Nawth Car'liny was the place I was borned into this world, suh, butI don't jest see how yuh guessed that, " the boy answered. 

"Never mind. Suppose you trot along with us to our camp now. I'd like tosend back a few things, like coffee and bacon, for your dad and you. "

Jim could only clutch the hand of Max when he said this and squeeze it. Butthe other felt something moist drop on the back of his hand, and was sureit must be a tear. 

The boys were once more taken in charge, and their interrupted march alongthe trail resumed. 

When they entered the camp various were the exclamations of surprise fromthe three who had been left in charge. 

Of course a perfect rain of questions followed, and for some time both Maxand his fellow laborers in the shellfish industry were kept busilyemployed answering these interrogations. 

Finally, as the sun was sinking low, Jim was allowed to depart, fairlyladen with the various good things which the campers insisted on sendingto the unfortunate tramp printer. 

"We can spare them easy enough, " Max had remarked. 

"Sure we can, and more, too, " echoed Owen. 

"B-b-besides, we've b-b-been so lucky, you k-k-know, in our hunt forp-p-pearls, we ought to be g-g-g-g--"

Again came the usual pounding on the back, which produced no results; butas soon as Toby could pucker up his lips, so as to whistle, he immediatelycalmed down enough to shout at the top of his voice:

"Generous--there!"

"Well, I should say we could, " observed Steve, rubbing his hands togetherexultantly. "Even if we did lose that first beaut of a gem, haven't westill got three elegant ones? And perhaps you fellows may have fetched themate of the lost one along in this last batch. You never can tell. "

Max could not help looking toward Owen, who raised his eyebrows after apeculiar fashion that could only stand for bewilderment. 

Steve certainly had these three loyal chums guessing. But Max was fullydetermined that the mystery must not remain such over another night, if hecould arrange matters so that the solution might be hastened. 

To this end he presently started to assist Bandy-legs open their catch ofthe afternoon, Steve and Toby being engaged in getting supper. 

Another prize rewarded their search, a pearl not so fine as the one Stevehad discovered, but so perfect in shape, and so milk-white in color, thatthey agreed it ranked with any of the rest in value. 

So Max was very careful to wrap this last prize up in some paper, andthrust it into the haversack, with all his comrades looking on, especiallySteve. The latter stared as usual, as though fascinated by the sight of thebeautiful gem. 

"He'll try again, my word on it, " whispered Bandy-legs in the ear of Max;whereupon the other put a finger on his lips to enjoin silence. 

The five boys spent the evening as usual in merry conversation and song. All seemed to be in high spirits, even Steve joining with a vim in theschool songs so dear to their hearts. 

Then, as the hour grew later, they began to yawn; and first Toby crawledinside the tent, then Owen, and finally Steve, Bandy-legs, and Max. 

Apparently the idea of keeping guard over the camp had been abandoned, nowthat they knew Jim and his father were honest. 

A long time passed, with only the heavy breathing of the boys to disturbthe silence. The fire, prepared by Max ere he turned in, continued to burnbriskly. 

It must have been midnight again when Owen felt the hand of his cousinshake him, and, raising his head a little, he saw that there was somethingdoing. 

CHAPTER XV. 

THE MYSTERY SOLVED--CONCLUSION. 

Steve was on his hands and knees, and apparently in the act of getting tohis feet. 

Strangely enough he did not seem to show any sign of nervousness orcaution; and Owen looked in vain to see the suspected thief glancesuspiciously around, as though to observe whether his comrades were allsound asleep at the time. 

Bandy-legs did not stir, and, judging from his heavy regular breathing, hemust have dropped asleep, despite his intention of staying awake. 

The exertions and excitement attending that afternoon tramp had proven toomuch for Bandy-legs, and neither of the others thought it worth while toawaken him. 

Truth to tell, both Max and Owen were staring at Steve, holding their verybreath with surprise. 

The other had by now reached the pole of the tent to which the strap of thehaversack was attached. They could plainly hear him grumbling to himself ashe thrust his hand inside. 

Drawing out the little wad of paper in the midst of which Max had securedthe latest find, Steve could be seen carefully closing the bag again. 

He did not look around once to see if he was observed, a fact that puzzledOwen greatly; but passing over to where the cooking outfit lay he calmlypicked up the extra coffee pot, raised the lid, pushed the packet in withthe other stuff that seemed to lie hidden there, and once more placing thestrange pearl bank down, Steve made his way back to his blanket. 

He stepped over the forms of Toby and Bandy-legs while so doing, and neveronce touched them with his feet. Max believed he could hardly haveduplicated the act, and his astonishment increased accordingly. 

Steve seemed to give a satisfied grunt as he settled down again under hisblanket. It was about what one would emit after having felt that he haddone his duty. 

Owen heard Max laughing softly to himself. 

"What does it all mean, Max?" he whispered, as he heard Steve begin tobreathe regularly once more. 

"Tell you in the morning, " replied the other. "Too long a story for now. Besides, I want Steve to be around at the time, you see. "

"That's mean of you, " grumbled the disappointed one. 

"Can't help it; go to sleep and don't worry, Owen. "

"But, say, hadn't we better make sure of that last pearl? It goes againstmy grain to have such valuables kicking around in old coffee pots, " Owenprotested. 

"Shucks! then you didn't see me palm the pearl. I put a pebble in place ofit. Right now that pearl is in my coin purse, keeping company with therest, " and Max chuckled again as he snuggled down under his blanket. 

"Gee! you're a wizard, all right, " said Owen, in a whisper, as hereluctantly followed suit. 

No doubt he lay awake for a long time, puzzling his head for a solution ofthe mystery. But the balance of the night passed, and morning found theboys wide awake, hungry, and ready for another day at the delightful taskthey had set for themselves. 

It was when breakfast was about over that Max chose to spring his littlesurprise. 

Steve had just announced his intention of being in the party that wouldfollow the trail to the river that morning. 

"Hope I duplicate my luck of yesterday, fellows, " he was saying, with abig sigh, when Max, leaning forward so as to catch his eye, remarked:

"By the way, Steve, do you happen to remember having any odd littletricks as a kid--anything that'd be apt to give your mother and fathercause for anxiety _in the night_?"

Bandy-legs, who had been secretly told concerning the happenings of thenight, held his breath; Owen, too, immediately assumed an eager look, andToby, not knowing what it was all about, stopped eating, and listened. 

"In the night--we have tricks, you say? Now, whatever in the wide world canyou mean?" asked the apparently astonished Steve. 

"Well, like walking in your sleep let's say, " continued Max. "Did you everdo such a thing, Steve?"

The other grinned and looked a little foolish. 

"I sure did, when I was a kid, and it's a fact, fellows, " he admitted. "But, say, I've been cured of that a long time. "

"You _think_ you have, you mean?" Max persisted, while Owen andBandy-legs exchanged a look of intense relief, now beginning to grasp thetheory that Max was working along. 

"Haven't done any stunts that way for nearly five years, give you my word, boys!" declared Steve, looking a little worried at the same time. 

"Oh! yes, you have, Steve, " laughed Max. "You've fallen back into your oldbad ways again, it seems. For the last few nights you've been prowlingaround our camp here, and giving me the biggest shock ever. "

"You don't say?" exclaimed the other. "What did I do, Max. Tell me rightaway, please. "

"Well, you seemed to have our precious pearls on your mind all the while. "

"Good gracious! I hope now I didn't try--say? did I go anywhere near thatold haversack?" demanded Steve, plainly embarrassed. 

"Every time, straight for it, " replied Max. 

"And took something out?" pursued Steve. 

"Your one object, " said Max, "seemed to be a terrible fear that some thiefmight rob us. And so as to block this little game you set out to hide thepearls in a new place. "

"As where?" demanded the astounded Steve. 

"Remember the second coffee pot we fetched along? Well, you hit on that asthe new hiding place"; and even as Max spoke, the other, scrambling to hisfeet, hastened over to where the spare cooking utensils lay. Coming backwith the extra coffee pot he proceeded to drag out its contents. 

When the papers and the little cardboard box that contained pink cotton hadall been opened, with the result that only the pebble and the few lessvaluable pearls were found, Steve stared in dismay. 

"Oh! they're all gone!" he cried, hoarsely. "I've lost the whole bunch, just because I kept thinking about them so much, and worrying about theirbeing stolen. Whatever will we do, Max?"

"We don't have to do anything, " replied the other, with a laugh, as he drewout his coin purse; "because I've got every one of the little beauties saferight here. "

"Even the one that was lost first of all, " spoke up Bandy-legs, as thoughproud to show that he had been in the secret right along. 

Steve's hand trembled when Max emptied the little white objects into hispalm. And perhaps there were tears in his eyes, even as there was certainlya suspicious quiver to his voice as he went on to say:

"That's a low-down trick of mine, boys, and this time it came mighty nearblocking all our fine plans by losing the pearls that are going to get usthe money we need. Don't ever leave anything valuable lying around whileI'm in camp. It works on my mind, I guess. Ugh! ain't I glad you saw me doit? How tough we'd feel if none of us could give a guess where the blessedlittle things had gone. Here, put 'em away again, Max. It sure ain't safefor a feller with my failing to be handling such pretty things. "

Max, of course, did put them away securely. But his heart as well as thoseof Owen and Bandy-legs felt much lighter. 

Now that suspicion had given way to a knowledge of Steve's sleep-walkingweakness, they could look out in the future, and guard against such athing. 

And all of them were happy in the conviction that their comrade's fair namehad been entirely cleared, for Steve would have been sorely missed had hebeen dropped from the list of members in the club. 

Although those who went out returned with a fair bag, no reward followedthe opening of the bivalves. 

"P'r'aps we've cleaned up the old river, and there ain't another pearl tobe found, " suggested Bandy-legs. 

The others were loth to accept this view of the case; and for several daysthey searched industriously for the now elusive fresh-water clams. 

"Guess we'll have to call it off, " remarked Max, when on the third day thehunters came back with a scant dozen mussels, none of which yielded aprofitable harvest. 

"But seems to me we've got all we need, and several times over, " Owendeclared, positively. 

"All in favor of returning to Carson to-morrow hold up a hand, " suggestedMax. 

He saw four hands instantly raised. 

"That makes it unanimous, " he laughed; "and I guess I can see what ails youall. It's how much are we going to get for our catch; and will the moneybuy the five motorcycles we're aiming to get. "

"Likewise supply us with a fund to purchase grub while on our trip, "remarked Bandy-legs. 

"Hear! hear!" sang out Toby, who always agreed with his rival whenever thequestion of eating arose. 

"I've an idea we don't need to worry about that, " declared Owen, confidently. 

"What about Jim and his daddy?" asked Steve. 

"We'll have to make a stretcher, and carry the man down to our boats, "replied Max. 

"His leg is knitting bang-up, " asserted Owen, as he cast a proud looktoward his cousin and chum. 

"Well, let's get busy here, so we can leave early in the morning, " Maxremarked, hastily, for he was modest, and did not like praise. 

They set to work with a vim, and the packing was speedily accomplished. 

Then in the morning all the stuff connected with the camp was carried downto the river and carefully loaded in the two boats, which, of course, werefound safely just where they had been left. 

After that, Tom Archer was carried on a rude litter, and made comfortablein one of the boats. 

It was about the middle of the afternoon when the little expedition reachedCarson. 

One of the Ted Shafter gang saw them come in and managed to get word to hisleader, as well as Shack Beggs. The three gaped to see a lame man carriedto a wagon, and asked many questions; but had to restrain their curiosityuntil the story became known through the community. 

When it was learned that the mussels along the Big Sunflower had yielded upa number of fine pearls, said to be quite valuable, everybody in town, andnot a few eager men in the bargain, set to work searching the adjacentwaters. 

But, apparently, Max and his chums must have about exhausted the mine ofgood luck, for when every mussel within twenty miles of Carson had beencaught, the result was so meagre that the searchers gave up the new"get-rich-quick" game in disgust. 

True to their promise the boys saw the editor of the weekly paper, and justas soon as he was able to limp, with the aid of a crutch, to the printshop, Tom Archer began work at the case. 

He vowed he would try and curb his roving spirit so that little Jim mighthave a chance to get some schooling in the Fall. 

And both Jim and his father declared they owed more than words couldexpress to Max, who had brought light when the darkness was greatest. 

What about the pearls?

Well, two of them were taken into the city and pronounced as fine as anydiscovered through the famous fresh-water pearl industries located alongthe rivers of Indiana and other States. 

When Max told the amount that was deposited in bank to their credit, hisfour chums were fairly wild with delight. 

"Let's send off right away for our motorcycles and get started on ourtrip!" cried Steve, impatiently. 

"And be sure to get mine with a short tread, because, you know, I haven'tgot the reach the rest have, " observed Bandy-legs, cautiously. 

In due time the five motorcycles were ordered, and then a period of anxiouswaiting followed. 

What wonderful plans these five chums had in view when the machines finallyarrived, and had been fairly mastered, will be given in detail in the pagesof the next volume of this series to be entitled: "The Rivals of theTrail. "

THE END.