THE THREAT OF PEG TATEM The shadows were heavy in the Big Woods when the two men awakened from their afternoon's sleep, into which they had sunk while discussing their discovery.

Joe Shafto was getting supper, and it was the odor of her cooking that aroused Lieutenant Wingate to full wakefulness.

Hippy routed out the rest of the camp without delay.
They discovered Henry asleep high up in one of the virgin pines, Hindenburg having found warmth and a less perilous position on the blankets of the Overland girls.
"I seen ye folks over by the hole in the ground yonder," the forest woman confided to Tom as he greeted her and asked how she felt.

"I took a look for myself this evenin'.

Fine kettle of stew, hey ?" "Meaning what ?" questioned Tom smilingly.
"I reckon some varmint give that air tree a kick over, eh?
Who do ye reckon the varmint was who did that, Cap'n Gray ?" demanded Joe, glaring at him through her spectacles.
Tom shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, Joe.