FOILED And now out of the still and moonlit night arose peal after peal of thunder imparting a note of terror to this world catastrophe.

Never before had the thunderous voice of our hero rent the heavens as it did now.
"Help! Help! I'm floating away with the eats." It is no wonder that the man in the moon smiled at what he saw on the river that night.

Seeing the laden board, the pyramid of sandwiches rearing its luscious pinnacle toward heaven, he seemed to wink at Pee-wee--with what purport who shall say?
Sufficient that our hero saw him not.
"_He-e-e-elp_! I'm drifting downstream with the refreshments," he called.

"_He-e-elp_!" They heard him amid their revels.

Townsend Ripley who had suffered the assaults of the hunter's stew heard him.