n used," said
Lavinia.

Mr. Starr stepped up and examined the upper bunk.

"Oh, yes, it has, Viney, but he forgot to pull down the second sheet.

"You see the dent in the pillow where his head lay," said Mr. Starr, in
a tone that made them all feel easier.

"Just one more of the twins' tricks of mischief," added Mr. Starr, as he
went out to look for Mike.

But Mike was nowhere about either, and the family were all quite sure
that the old trapper had taken the twins out on some new hunt very early
in the morning, and the twins had thought the sport would be enhanced if
it were kept secret. So, the camp sat down to breakfast without a
misgiving as to the twins' welfare.

Early that same morning, Mike stole out of his tiny cabin and made for
some distant traps he had set the day before.

The day was cold and invigorating and Mike loped over the ground,
straight through the maze of forest trees as if he were following a
pathway. He reached his traps and found one sprung but nothing in it,
and the other one just as he had left it. But tracks all about in the
light covering of snow showed that several large animals had sniffed at
the bait and tried to get it away.

Mike's eyes smiled with gratification as he said to himself: "Mike make
big one! Him come agin for supper!"

Then, seeing there was nothing he could do, he decided to walk down by
the river and see how much timber had been piled in the roll-ways.

From there, he started up the cut from the river toward the
forest-timber where stood the Jumpin' Jane.

Several times he stopped and put his ear to the ground to listen, then
shook his head.

"Mike go old! Mike hear noise!" said the Indian to himself.

After loping some distance he was sure he heard the call, and stood
perfectly still to await another sound. It came.

"Mike good ear!" commented the old trapper as he started on a swift run
up the road.

Coming through the dense growth of trees when quite near the clearing,
Mike saw the cause of the shouting.

There hung Dot, by belt and garment, high up in the air, while just
under her were several immense logs. She was too frightened to kick or
squirm, which saved her from a painful fall.

Don was trying to climb out on the iron derrick when Mike came on the
scene.

"Dun--no, no!" cried Mike, running over to hold Don.

"Mike get lil' gal down," concluded he.

"You can't budge it, Mike. I've tried in every way," wept Don, who was
more frightened