"No, thank you--I want to come back East alive.

But I'll come down to the field as soon as I can find Jessie," answered Laura, and walked away.
A long, melodious whistle was floating through the outside air, and Dave and Roger knew it came from Phil Lawrence.

They hurried from the broad porch to the garden path, and around the corner of the carriage shed.
Here they came upon their chum, carrying on his shoulder an old door upon which he had painted the upright figure of what was supposed to be a bear.
"Hurrah for the great animal painter!" cried Dave, as he ran up and took hold of one end of the door.

"Phil, you ought to place this in the Academy of Design." "It's superb!" was Roger's dry comment.

"Best picture of a kangaroo I ever saw.