"We'll have turkey to-night, if Milt gets to camp in time." The ride was resumed.

Helen never would have tired riding through those oak groves, brown and sear and yellow, with leaves and acorns falling.
"Bears have been workin' in here already," said Roy.

"I see tracks all over.

They eat acorns in the fall.

An' mebbe we'll run into one yet." The farther down he led the wilder and thicker grew the trees, so that dodging branches was no light task.