CHAPTER XXIII.
TELLS ABOUT HOW I DID A GOOD TURN That night Mr.Ellsworth wasn't at camp-fire and nobody knew where he was.

All the time I had a funny feeling and I kept looking away from the fire and up the dark path to see if he was coming.

I wasn't listening to the yarns at all.
And that night I didn't sleep--I just kind of felt that something was wrong.

You know what I mean--I could just feel it in the air.

The next morning was nice and bright and sunny and it seemed good, because there had been such a lot of rain lately.