And, if we had the chance, and missed, four of us could make noise enough to bring a few men to our aid." "That part would be all right," Dick agreed.

"If we see the rascal again it will be our best move to capture him by yelling for a few men to come up to where we are." "Hullo, you!" was the greeting of Toby Ross, as that schoolboy stopped and looked at the returned campers.

"Have a good time ?" "Fine!" answered four voices at once.
"But," Toby continued, "I never thought there was that much stuff in Hen Dutcher." "What stuff?
What kind of stuff!" demanded Tom.
"Why, Hen is back in Gridley," Toby answered, "and, from the tales he has been telling, he was the whole life and safety of your crowd out in the forest." "Come to think of it," Tom replied soberly, "I believe he was." "Then Hen's yarns are true ?" asked Toby.
"They must be," Dick responded.

"Who ever knew Hen to tell an untruth ?" "Say, stop your fooling, won't you ?" begged Toby.

"What did Hen actually do out in the forest." "Why, he ate at least his share," asserted Tom.
"And got his share of sleep," Darrin added.
"He also did his full share of housework," Hazelton supplied, with a grin.
"We're glad he had such a good time," Dick went on politely.
"But did he really do any of the hero stunts that he's telling about ?" Toby persisted.
"Not knowing what he's telling about, I really can't say," Prescott answered.
"What is Hen claiming to have done, anyway ?" Darrin inquired.
"Oh, Hen says--but come along and hear him for yourselves," Toby finished.