Lieutenant Wingate had built a miniature lean-to for the pup to crawl under in the event of rain, but Hindenburg was already under it, stretched out on the yielding browse bed, one little brown ear vigilantly erect to catch the slightest sound.

Emma Dean declared that the dog must be deaf in that ear, for he never seemed to hear with it.
The bull pup's slumbers were not disturbed that night, nor were Henry's.
The bear lay at the rear of Mrs.Shafto's lean-to all night long, curled up into a furry ball, but with the break of day he was off in the forest for the choice morsels of food that he knew were there for him to pluck.
After the campers awakened, the forest woman's shrill call soon brought the bear ambling back to camp, but they observed that he was restless, now and then lifting his nose and sniffing the air, punctuated with an occasional throaty growl, but the bull pup, flat on his back, feet in the air, was sound asleep on his browse bed.
"Henry, what's the matter with ye?
I reckon maybe ye smell some varmint that's hangin' 'round waitin' fer the leavin's of the breakfast," scolded Joe.
The bacon was on the fire and the aroma of coffee in the air when a loud hail warned the Overland Riders that they were about to receive an early morning call.
Lieutenant Wingate answered the hail.

A few moments later they descried a horseman riding through the forest towards the camp.
The newcomer was dressed in khaki, wearing an army hat and high lace boots.

Grace recognized the uniform at once, having seen it before when foresting with Tom Gray.

Her identification was confirmed when she caught sight of the bronze badge of the Forest Service, which the stalwart rider wore on his left breast.