"No, but I have heard from him, Fred. He is after that fortune, still."
"What can he do?"
"We don't know. But he is bound to make trouble, some way or other. It makes me sick to think of it."
"Then let us talk about something else," said Tom; and then the lads branched off into a discussion of how the days to come were to be spent.
"Any big game left around here?" asked Fred.
"Not that I know of, Fred. And you couldn't shoot it anyway—it is out of season."
"Maybe we can get some rabbits."
"They aren't of much account this time of year—and they are out of season, too. We'll have to depend mostly on fishing."
It was nearly ten o'clock before they turned in. Then Sam was so sleepy he could hardly keep his eyes open.
"Anybody going to stay on -guard?" asked Fred.
"I don't believe it is necessary," answered Tom. "Nobody will disturb us up there."
The fire was allowed to die down, so that it might not set fire to any surrounding objects, and one after another the boys turned in. Hans was soon snoring, and presently Fred, Dick and Sam
