CHAPTER XV.
A FOREST SHIP YARD.
Day light had no sooner shown itself the next morning than Sam started away from the camp on a tour of observation.

He was a fine looking fellow as he strode through the woods, straight as an arrow, broad shouldered, brawny, with legs that seemed all the more shapely for being clothed in closely fitting trowsers that were thrust into his long boot legs.

Two of his companions watched him walk away in the early light.
"What a splendid fellow he is, outside and inside!" said Bob Sharp, half to himself and half to Jake Elliott, who stood by the fire.

Jake said nothing and Bob was left to guess for himself what impression their stalwart young leader had made upon that moody youth.

Meantime Sam had disappeared in the forest.