Henry is your dear." "I don't know whether he is or not.

I'm afraid Henry loped away when the logs came down.

I'll track him when it gets light enough to see." All was peace in the Overland camp again, and, while they were waiting for daylight, Tom and Hippy hammered their mess kits back into shape with an axe, greatly to the amusement of their companions.

As the graying skies finally brought out in relief the tops of the trees, Elfreda, who had been gazing up at them, uttered a sudden exclamation.
"What is that up there ?" she exclaimed.

"It looks like an animal." "It's my Henry!" shouted the guide.