That is, I presume I should be if I weren't famished." Henry came ambling in at this juncture and, sitting down, began washing his face with his paws, giving not the slightest heed to the tirade that Joe Shafto was hurling at him.
"Ye git no breakfast to-day," raged the forest woman.
"Oh, don't be so hard-hearted," begged Hippy.

"Give the poor fish a rind of bacon at least.

You don't know what it means to have an appetite." Hippy's urgings bore fruit, and Henry got his breakfast, as did Tom and Hippy, and their appetites fully equalled that of the bear.
"Come along, Hippy," urged Tom after they had finished breakfast.
"Wha--at?
Where ?" "Let's have a look at the tree that so mysteriously fell on our camp." "Have a heart! Have a heart, Tom! I want to lie down and sleep." "So do I, but I cannot until I have learned why that tree came down as it did, and what caused the report just before it fell.

Come! The sooner we start, the quicker we shall be in dreamland." Hippy followed his companion begrudgingly.
"Look at that, will you ?" demanded Captain Gray, pointing to the ground about the hole which had so recently held the roots of the great tree that had fallen on the lean-tos.

The ground had been torn up for some yards from the true base of the tree, and dirt and pieces of roots hurled in all directions.
Lieutenant Wingate was instantly galvanized into alertness.