While Charley was arranging his duffel, two or three dirty youngsters came bouncing into the room and at once began to drag Charley’s wireless apparatus from the pasteboard box.  With a cry Charley sprang toward them and snatched the instruments out of their hands.  The ranger gave a savage oath and aimed a kick at the lads, but they dodged and ran from the room.

At first Charley was terribly annoyed.  But in a second he was glad the incident had happened.  Nothing had been injured and he had had a warning of what might be expected.  It gave him a good opportunity to shut up his things without seeming to be suspicious of his host.  Charley acted at once.

“I have no need of this wireless outfit at present,” he said, “and if you have a spare box and some nails, I will just nail these things up until I have time to set up the outfit.”  So the wireless instruments were safely boxed up and locked in a closet, along with Charley’s rifle and fishing-rod.  There was nothing in his remaining luggage that could be much harmed, even if the youngsters did get hold of things.

As soon as his belongings were stowed away, Charley decided that he would go to the forester’s office and talk over his work.  He had three miles to walk, and although he had already trudged several times that distance, heavily loaded, he did not hesitate for a moment.  When Lumley suggested that he use the telephone and avoid the walk, Charley merely smiled.

“I don’t mind it,” he said.

“I’d like to see myself walk that distance for any such fool errand,” growled the ranger.

When Charley had said he didn’t mind the walk he had told the truth.  Yet he had understated it.  The fact was that he hugely enjoyed the walk.  He was rested from his long carry, and with nothing to weight him down, his feet felt light as feathers.  He trudged briskly along the smooth highway, every sense alive to the delights of the forest.  All about him the woods were vocal with the calls of birds.  The wind whispered and sighed in the pine tops.  And sometimes, when the air in the bottom was still as sluggish water, Charley could hear the wind roaring among the trees far up on the hillsides.  The scent of spring was in the air—­that indescribable mixture of the smell of opening buds and flowers and green things and rank steaming earth, that together make such an intoxicating odor.  And all about him Charley caught glimpses of the wild life of the forest.

It was late in the day when he reached the forester’s office.  The forester seemed greatly surprised to see him.

“I came to talk to you about my work,” explained Charley.

The forester frowned.  “What is the telephone for?” he asked a bit brusquely.

“I didn’t want to talk over my business before that man,” protested Charley.

The forester looked at him sharply.  “What business do you have excepting the business of the forest?” he asked.