ingness to eat at any time of the day or night was a source of
constant merriment to the other chums.

"Some day you will have to go a whole day without food, Dick," remarked
Garry, "and I don't know what will happen to you. I imagine that you'll
just wither up and die before help reaches you."

"Don't worry, I'll find some way to prevent going a day without a meal,"
said Dick emphatically.

The ride to Bangor was uneventful. As they passed through Waterville,
they saw the great shaded campus of Colby College, deserted for the
summer except for a few students who were pursuing extra courses.

"By golly, there's a pretty college there. I almost think I'd like to go
there," remarked Dick.

"Well, according to things as they now stand, we have a couple of years
to think that over," said Garry.

They reached the city of Bangor, on the wide Penobscot River about five
o'clock. This city is famous for its paper mills and as a center for the
gathering of lumberjacks for the woods work. Bangor is also famous for
its great "Salmon Pool."

Garry remarked about this:

"Some first of April we must make plans to come up and try our luck at
salmon."

"Why April first?" queried Phil.

"You see the law goes off at that time, and they are the best at that
season. A little while later, during the spawning season, they are again
protected. It is a wonderful sight, by the way, to see the twenty or
twenty-five pound salmon jump up over falls and dams eight and ten feet
in height. The Orono Indians, who used to inhabit this region, used to
stand at the top of the falls and dexterously spear the fish as they
jumped."

Supper was eaten at the Penobscot Exchange, and then the boys journeyed
down Canal Street to an old store where they intended to get a new rifle
and some other things. They found the old gunsmith was out and would not
be back until about eleven o'clock, so decided to go to the movies, and
return at that hour.

They enjoyed the motion picture show immensely, particularly because one
of the scenes in the News Weekly showed forest fire fighters combatting
the flames in the Michigan woods.

After the show they made their way back towards the old gunsmith's shop.
The street was deserted save for a party of roisterers, who passed them,
singing at the top of their voices. They were passing a badly lighted
spot, when, from a ramshackle old three-story house, they heard a shriek
followed by an appeal for mercy.

C