The Hillcrest troop took no part in the games.  They were content to stand by and watch.  They knew nothing about baseball such as is played in the city, and were accordingly greatly interested, noting everything, and determined that they, too, would learn to play in the proper manner.  But when it came to making a fire and preparing dinner, they easily led all the rest.  Here they felt more at home, and were able to give considerable assistance to the less fortunate.

During the morning the Lieutenant-Governor, and the three who accompanied him, enjoyed themselves in their own way.  They viewed the baseball game with much interest in the cool shade of a large tree, and then strolled to the shore to watch the scouts as they prepared their dinners.  As they were seated upon a log, thinking it about time to go back to the steamer lying at the wharf where they were to have dinner, Captain Josh approached, and lifted his hat.  He had disappeared shortly after the steamer’s arrival, and no one knew what had become of him.  The Governor at once rose to his feet, and held out his hand.

“You are Captain Britt, I believe,” he began.  “I have heard of you, and am very glad to meet you.  We have been enquiring for you.”

“Had other business on hand, sir,” the captain replied, giving the Governor’s hand a vigorous shake.  “But I’m mighty glad to meet you.”

“Allow me to introduce my friends,” and the Governor turned to his three companions, “Senator Knobbs, Judge Sterling, and our Provincial Secretary, Mr. Laird.”

“Glad to meet yez all,” the captain exclaimed, as he gave the hand of each a hearty grip.  “It isn’t every day our parish is so honoured.  Now, what about dinner?  Yez must be hungry by this time.”

“We are about to go back to the steamer,” the secretary replied.  “They have made ready for us there.”

“Dinner on the steamer!” the captain cried in surprise.  “Whoever heard of sich a thing at an outin’ like this.  Now, look here, I want yez to be my guests to-day, at a real out-of-doors meal.  Yez kin eat on a steamer at any time.  Will yez come?  Everything is ready.”

“But what about the dinner on the boat?” the Governor enquired.

“Oh, I’ll send one of the scouts to tell them that ye’re invited elsewhere.  Will that do?”

“I shall be delighted to go with you, and I know that my friends will, too.  It is very kind of you to ask us.”

Calling to Rod, who was not far off, the captain sent him at once to the steamer.  Then bidding the men to follow him, he left the shore, crossed the field, and entered the forest at the back of the grand-stand.  Here a trail led off to the left, and after a few minutes’ walk they came to a little brook gurgling down through the forest.  Tall trees formed an arch over the water, birds twittered and sang, while a squirrel high up on a branch scolded noisily at the intruders.  A few rods along the brook brought into view a grassy spot under the shade of a large maple tree.  As the three strangers looked, their eyes opened wide with surprise, for there before them was a tempting repast spread upon a fair white linen cloth.