An' turkey--that 'll melt in your mouth." "Uummm!" murmured Bo, greedily.

"I've heard of wild turkey." When they had finished Dale ate his meal, listening to the talk of the girls, and occasionally replying briefly to some query of Bo's.

It was twilight when he began to wash the pots and pans, and almost dark by the time his duties appeared ended.

Then he replenished the campfire and sat down on a log to gaze into the fire.

The girls leaned comfortably propped against the saddles.
"Nell, I'll keel over in a minute," said Bo.