"I think it’s real mean of you, Glen," said Indiana, pouting, "just as we’re expecting company, and men, too—and Pa isn’t here." "Oh, there won’t be any deficiency. Mrs. Bunker will see to that." "You’re right! There won’t be any deficiency," and she added sweetly, "though I don’t like to see you go." "Thank you, Mrs. Bunker. Here’s Burt for me, now." Burt was a blonde, stalwart young fellow, about Glen’s own age. He rowed swiftly toward the boat-house, smoking the inevitable pipe. When he landed, he strapped one of those deep baskets the guides carry for provisions, on his back, and climbed up to the camp. Mrs. Stillwater hurried down to the kitchen, to assure herself that Glen was well provided for on his trip. They all descended to the lake to see him go. When Indiana saw the accoutrements for departure; the fishing tackle, guns, and tent rigging, she commenced to envy the two young fellows going off together, and felt rather ill used to be left behind, to do the tame work of entertaining. Glen read her face, and was inwardly delighted. "We’re going to have a rare, good time, Indiana." "I believe you," said Indiana, ruefully. "Do you think there’ll be enough provisions, Glen?" inquired Mrs. Stillwater, anxiously. Glen laughed. The laugh was echoed by Haller and William, who were assisting in the ceremony of seeing the young men off. "We’ll have plenty of game, and Burt’s as fine as any French cook." Burt took his pipe from his mouth with a flattered smile and a blush. He was as shy as some young girls. "We’ll feed on the delicacies of the season. And there’s the canned stuff, which we’ll reserve for emergencies." He grasped Mrs. Stillwater’s hand. "Don’t you be afraid, Mrs. Stillwater. We won’t starve." "Oh, he won’t starve, ma’am. I’ll see to that," said Burt. "When we’re hungry, we’ll come home." They both laughed heartily. "Do you think there’ll be good sport, Burt?" said Indiana. Burt, sitting in the boat, arranging his paraphernalia, looked at her admiringly. "There’ll be sport," he replied. "Oh, Glen; are you going to take your mandolin?" "Why not? It’ll cheer us up nights, by the fire." Burt grinned in visible delight. "Well, I won’t say good-bye for such a short time." He shook them all by the hand. "Take care of yourselves." "Good-bye, Glen—no, I won’t say good-bye. I hope you’ll have a good time, and come home safe." "Thank you, Indiana." He waved his hat to all and jumped into the boat. Haller pushed them off. Indiana ran down to the end of the dock and threw her arms out to Glen. "Oh, take me along!" Burt stopped rowing. "All right," said Glen, "there’s room for you; will you come?" "Yes," said Indiana. "We’ll take care of her, Mrs. Stillwater; won’t we, Burt?" "Why, of course," said Burt. "She won’t starve—I’ll see to that."