CHAPTER XII.
WOLF AND PANTHER AFTER BEAR.
When the rocket flared across the sky Jimmie rushed into the tent where the drummer was sleeping and shook him savagely.
"Get up an' blow out the gas!" he cried, as the boy gasped and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Get up!" "This must be the Fourth of July," the drummer grunted, as another rocket, this time a blue one, flashed across the zenith.

"What's doing ?" "They're bombardin' us with red an' blue fire," whispered Jimmie! "Get up.

I'm goin' out to see what's comin' off here.

Want to go ?" "Of course I want to go," replied Peter.