“Seems to me it would be about right, if you had the ways the toes pointed and the distance apart to show how long the legs wuz.”

Again Sam had given Yan a good idea.  From that time he noted these two points and made his records much better.

“Air you fellers roostin’ here now?” said Sappy in surprise, as he noted the bed as well as the pots and pans.

“Yep.”

“Well, I wanter, too.  If I kin git hol’ o’ Maw ’thout Paw, it’ll be O.K.”

“You let on we don’t want you and Paw’ll let you come.  Tell him Ole Man Raften ordered you off the place an’ he’ll fetch you here himself.”

“I guess there’s room enough in that bed fur three,” remarked the Third War Chief.

“Well, I guess there ain’t,” said Woodpecker.  “Not when the third one won first prize for being the dirtiest boy in school.  You can get stuff an’ make your own bed, across there on the other side the fire.”

“Don’t know how.”

“We’ll show you, only you’ll have to go home for blankets an’ grub.”

The boys soon cut a Fir-bough bed, but Guy put off going home for the blankets as long as he could.  He knew and they suspected that there was no chance of his rejoining them again that day.  So after sundown he replaced his foot-rags and limped down the trail homeward, saying, “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” and the boys knew perfectly well that he would not.

The evening meal was over; they had sat around wondering if the night would repeat its terrors.  An Owl “Hoo-hoo-ed” in the trees.  There was a pleasing romance in the sound.  The boys kept up the fire till about ten, then retired, determined that they would not be scared this time.  They were barely off to sleep when the most awful outcry arose in the near woods, like “a Wolf with a sore throat,” then the yells of a human being in distress.  Again the boys sat up in fright.  There was a scuffling outside—­a loud and terrified “Hi—­hi—­hi—­Sam!” Then an attack was made on the door.  It was torn open, and in tumbled Guy.  He was badly frightened; but when the fire was lighted and he calmed down a little he confessed that Paw had sent him to bed, but when all was still he had slipped out the window, carrying the bedclothes.  He was nearly back to the camp when he decided to scare the boys by letting off a few wolfish howls, but he made himself very scary by doing it, and when a wild answer came from the tree-tops—­a hideous, blaring screech—­he lost all courage, dropped the bedding, and ran toward the teepee yelling for help.

The boys took torches presently and went nervously in search of the missing blankets.  Guy’s bed was made and in an hour they were once more asleep.

In the morning Sam was up and out first.  From the home trail he suddenly called: 

“Yan, come here.”

“Do you mean me?” said Little Beaver, with haughty dignity.