Chet had sufficient food for reflection to keep him wide awake during his vigil. He let the fire die out and he kept back in the darkness, watching the other camp continually. He saw Steve move about occasionally; but the fellow did not offer to come up the hill; and as for Tony, by the way he had gone to sleep, Chet was quite sure he would not be easily aroused. When Chet awoke his chum and partner he said nothing about what he had overheard at the other camp. Only, he advised his friend to watch the man below them closely. “I’ll keep my eye on him, all right,” promised Dig. “B-r-r-r! it’s cold! What did you let the fire go out for, Chet?” “It’s safer. You can see better without the light flickering in your eyes. And you can stir around and keep warm,” said Chet. “It’s me that’s got to lie cold. Wake me up in good season, now.” Dig obeyed that last request. He roused Chet just as soon as the dawn streaked the eastern sky. Dig Fordham was excited, too. “Whew, Chet!” he whispered. “I’ve thought up the greatest scheme!” “What is it?” demanded Chet, yawning. “My! but you did get me up early enough, in all good conscience!” “Don’t be a lazybones. The coffee is made,” said Dig. “And don’t forget that we’re to have another crack at the buffalo.” “Yes? Well, maybe.” “Whew! where’s your enthusiasm?” demanded Dig, disappointed. “Wait till I get the stickers out of my eyes,” said Chet, going to the full spring. After he had ducked his head into the cold water, and scrubbed his face and hands and behind his ears, he felt more awake to the situation. “What’s the wonderful idea, Dig?” he mumbled, as he rubbed himself dry on the towel he had had wisdom enough to bring along. Camping out without a towel is simply punishment; and it was easy enough to dry the towel in the sun while they ate breakfast. “I reckon you don’t want to hear about it,” grumbled Dig. “Oh, go on! I was half asleep. What have you been conjuring up, old man?” “Why, it’s about those buffaloes,” Dig whispered, as though he feared somebody would hear him besides Chet. “Rather about the big bull.” “Well?” “Let’s capture him!” exclaimed Dig. “Huh? Oh, yes, another joke. Put salt on his tail?” “By the last hoptoad that was chased out of Ireland!” declared Dig earnestly, “this is a good thing.” “I don’t see how you’re going to capture a creature as big as an elephant—and twice as mad.” “That’s where my scheme comes in.” “Explain! explain!” urged Chet, spreading the towel on a bush. “Why, I’ll tell you: Just as soon as it began to grow light this morning I saw Tony lie down and go to sleep. His partner was dead to the world, too; so I knew they wouldn’t bother us. I took the glasses and went just outside the timber, there, and tried to find the buffaloes.” “They’re all right, aren’t they?” asked Chet, with interest. “Sure. They spent the night in one of those small groves down there. They’ve just begun to come out to graze.” “I see.”