"She'll do," said Jack. "In case of wreck, we'll escape on her, if possible. She'll also be very handy in making landings where the harbor is poor, and in exploring unknown coasts." All of this work took several days, but when it was done the Rattletrap was ready for the voyage, and we decided to start the next morning. "She's as prairie-worthy a craft as ever scoured the plain," was Jack's opinion; "and if we can keep the four wheels from starting in opposite directions we'll be all right." But where was Ollie all this while? The fact is I had forgotten about Ollie. And who was Ollie, anyhow? Ollie was Jack's little nephew, and he lived back East somewhere--I don't remember where. The nearer we got ready to start, the more firmly Jack became convinced that Ollie would like to go along, so at last he sent for him to come, and he arrived the night before our start. Ollie liked the idea of the trip so much that he simply stood and looked at the wagon, the guns, the pony, and the horses, and was speechless. At last he managed to say, "Uncle Jack, it'll be just like a picnic, won't it?" The next morning we started as early as we could. But it was not before people were up. "Where be they going?" asked Grandpa Oldberry. "Oh, Nebraska, and Wyoming, and the Black Hills, and any crazy place they hear of," answered Squire Poinsett. [Illustration: "THEY'LL ALL BE SCALPED BY INJUNS," SAID GRANDPA OLDBERRY.] "They'll all be scalped by Injuns," said Grandpa Oldberry. "Ain't the Injuns bad this fall?" "So I was a-reading," said the Squire. "And in the hills I should be afeared of b'ar." "Right," returned Grandpa. "B'ar and sim'lar varmints. And more 'specially boss-thieves and sich-like cut-throats. I disremember seeing three scalawags starting off on such a fool trip since afore the war." [TO BE CONTINUED.] A VIRGINIA CAVALIER.[1] [1] Begun in HARPER'S ROUND TABLE No. 868. BY MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL. CHAPTER IX. The remaining time of George's stay at Greenway Court sped on rapidly--too fast for Lord Fairfax, who realized every day how close the boy had got to his heart. As for Lance, a real friendship had grown up between him and George, and the old soldier thought with keen regret of the impending departure. Black Bear had remained at Greenway until his wound was well on the way to recovery, but, as Lance said, "an Injun can walk on a broken leg and climb a tree with a broken arm," so that when Black Bear considered himself recovered a white man would have thought his cure scarcely begun.