"Think so?" remarked the other, naturally pleased at this sort of appreciation on Phil's part. "I'm sure of it," he was told. Nothing more was said at the time. Phil felt positive, however, that he could count on Ethan's cooperation so long as they remained at Birch Bark Lodge. It was not long before they all sought their bunks. The night passed without any alarm. Lub had assured his comrades they need have no fear of any unwelcome guest dropping down the chimney again. He had insured against such an event happening; and apparently felt the utmost confidence in his own invention, for he seemed to drop asleep almost as soon as he settled down in his blanket. Again in the morning they enjoyed their plunge in the lake, although Lub had to be strongly urged before he consented to join them. When he mentioned trout he was gently but firmly told that it was folly to whip a willing horse. "Don't let's have fish every meal," urged X-Ray Tyson, "or we'll all be sprouting gills and dorsal fins and scales. Once a day after this ought to satisfy the trout hunger. Now it seems to me that's a bully good fire for camp flapjacks." "Just what it is," agreed Ethan with enthusiasm. "That suits me all right," Phil agreed, "and we all know the kind you can make, Lub. If you want any help, call on me." "Oh! it's only a pleasure to me, so long as I know my efforts are appreciated," said Lub, just as they all knew he would. The flapjacks must have been good, for not a piece of one was left after the four boys had finished breakfast. And they even had the audacity to bait Lub on top of it. "Don't care how soon you repeat that mess, Lub," observed Phil. "Never tasted their equal," confessed Ethan. "And as for me," said the wicked X-Ray, "I'll sure dream of the treat to-night, see if I don't." Whereupon, of course, Lub set about figuring out just how the little sack of self-raising flour would hold out, if he made flapjacks every single morning of their stay in camp. Lub was a lovable camp mate, and so easily imposed upon. But then his chums were just as ready to do things for him in turn. Later on in the morning, seeing that the rival fishermen had started out again to depopulate the lake, and Lub was busy cleaning up around the cabin, Phil took a notion to wander off. He meant to cover quite some little territory this time, his object being to see if he could catch a glimpse of a deer. Of course he carried his camera along, because it was always possible that some good chance might arise where he could use it to advantage. Phil believed in being ready. He was a hunter, and knew how exasperating it was to run across tempting game when one's gun had been left at home. Half an hour later he found himself wandering through a section of woods that looked very promising. He fancied he caught a sound, and it was of such a peculiar nature that Phil stopped still to listen.