We unharnessed the horses, and Ollie crawled under the fence around one of the stacks of hay and pulled out a big armful for them. "The poor things shall have all the hay they want, anyhow," he said. "I'm afraid they'll think it's pretty dry," I returned, "but I don't see what we can do." Then I called to Jack, and said, "Come, get up and get us some supper." After a good deal of growling he called back, "I'm not hungry." "But we are, and you're well enough to make some cakes." "Won't do it," answered Jack. "You folks can make 'em as well as I can." "I can't. Can you?" I said to Ollie. He shook his head. "You're not very sick or you wouldn't be so cross," I called to Jack. "Roll out and get supper, or I'll pull you out!" "First fellow comes in this wagon gets the head knocked off 'm!" cried Jack. "Besides, there's no milk! No eggs! No nothing! Go 'way! I'm sick! That's all there is," and something which looked like a cannon-ball shot out of the front end of the wagon, followed by a paper bag which might have been the wadding used in the cannon. "That's all! Lemme 'lone!" and we heard Jack tie down the front of the cover and roll over on the bed again. "See what it is," I said to Ollie. He took the lantern and started. "Guess it's a can of Boston baked beans," he said. "Oh, then we're all right," I replied. He picked it up and studied it carefully by the light of the lantern. "No," he said, slowly, "it isn't that. G--g, double o--gooseberries--that's what it is--a can of gooseberries we got at Valentine." "And this is a paper bag of sugar," I said, picking it up. "No gout to-night!" I cut open the can and poured in the sugar. We stirred it up with a stick, and Ollie drank a third of it and I the rest. Then we crawled under the wagon, covered ourselves with the pony's saddle-blanket, and went to sleep. But before we did so I said: "Ollie, at the next town I am going to get you a cook-book, and we'll be independent of that wretch in the wagon." "All right," answered Ollie. [TO BE CONTINUED.] [Illustration: ADVENTURES WITH FRIEND PAUL.] BY PAUL DU CHAILLU. Part II. Now we must put our heads together and think of the outfit necessary for our explorations. It is not a small undertaking to explore the great equatorial African forest, and a great many things are required.