"Thank you. Nora, suppose you lead Hippy to one side--by the ear--and read him a little lecture," suggested Grace. "I'll do that," agreed Nora Wingate. "Hippy, my darlin', you come with me. I'll fetch a stout stick and I'll make you think of home and mother." Even Joe Shafto laughed as Nora playfully led Hippy away by an ear. They found them half an hour later sitting by the fire where Nora was still lecturing her irrepressible spouse. "I've reformed, Mrs. Shafto," called Hippy as he saw them approaching. "I was mistaken in thinking you were my dear. You aren't. Henry is your dear." "I don't know whether he is or not. I'm afraid Henry loped away when the logs came down. I'll track him when it gets light enough to see." All was peace in the Overland camp again, and, while they were waiting for daylight, Tom and Hippy hammered their mess kits back into shape with an axe, greatly to the amusement of their companions. As the graying skies finally brought out in relief the tops of the trees, Elfreda, who had been gazing up at them, uttered a sudden exclamation. "What is that up there?" she exclaimed. "It looks like an animal." "It's my Henry!" shouted the guide. "Come down here, ye beast! Come down, I say. Henry, do ye hear me?" Henry plainly did, but he took his time about obeying, and it was not until the light became stronger that he made a move to descend. After reaching the last of the lower limbs of the tree, Henry slid the rest of the way down, dislodging the bark with his claws, a little shower of bark sifting over Joe, who was waiting at the base of the tree to welcome her pet. This she did in characteristic fashion when he reached the ground, by giving him a few light taps with her ever-ready club. Henry slunk away and sat down by himself to brood over his troubles, Hindenburg from a safe distance eyeing the bear, a dark ruff showing along his pugnacious little back. Mrs. Shafto began the preparation of breakfast immediately after recovering her bear. While she was doing this, the light now being strong enough to permit, Tom climbed the bank to examine the skidway from which the logs had swept down over their camp. Tom remained up there until the loud halloos of his companions informed him that breakfast was ready. The forester returned to his camp slowly and thoughtfully. "Find anything up there?" questioned Hippy, giving him a quick glance of inquiry. Tom nodded. "The tents?" asked Elfreda. "Naturally not up there," he replied, sitting down on a blanket and taking the plate of bacon that Elfreda handed to him. "Out with it," laughed Grace. "It always is reflected in your face when there is anything weighty on your mind." "Having something on one's mind is more than all of us can boast," chortled Hippy. "I might mention names were it not that I am too polite to do so," he added, grinning at Emma, who flushed.