CHAPTER XIV.
THEIR DAY AT HOME "What is wrong about the fire, sir ?" questioned Grace pleasantly.
"Have you a permit to build fires in these woods ?" "We have not," spoke up Hippy.

"Why ?" "Then put it out!" "Just a moment, old top.

Who sent you here ?" demanded Hippy.
"The Dusenbery outfit that's cutting on Forty-three notified me by telephone yesterday that a party of campers had set on fire and burned off several thousand feet of timber.

He said there were two men and a party of women--that they were rough-necks, and a lot of other things.

I haven't anything to do with that, but I'm going to see to it that you don't do any more damage to the forest." "Peg Tatem, eh ?" reflected Hippy.