Yes, the more I think of it, the more I am convinced that we ought to be getting out of here as quickly as we can make arrangements.

We must talk it over with Plater, and come to some decision this very day.
He's-- Hello! Something's up.

Plater was to stay in camp till I got back." Again came the peculiar, long-drawn whistle that had arrested the attention of the men, and which denoted the approach of a friend.

Mr.
Gilder stepped to the door and answered it.

Then he looked expectantly towards a laurel thicket that formed part of the dense undergrowth surrounding the hut.