he had been tied, the lad was made free.

"No, don't run," ordered Dorothy. "You can just stay with me--get some
grass for Cricket and----"

"The togs! Where can I hide them?"

"Give them here! Hello, there boys! Did you find him?" called
Dorothy, as that very moment she raised a clump of brush to hide the
"togs" under, and at the same time she hailed the boys who just turned
into the open field from the search through the woods.

"Nary a find!" called back Nat. "Guess you were 'seeing things,' Doro.
We have come to the conclusion that the bandit lit on your brain."

"Maybe," replied Dorothy. "But see, my Sir Galahad," indicating the
captive, who stood beside her. "He saved Cricket from a ditch, and I
haven't had a chance to get his other name."

"Hello, Roy!" greeted Ned. "Glad to see you. Where have you been
keeping yourself? We wanted you the other day for the town games, but
couldn't find you."

"Hello, Roy!" shouted the approaching Joe.

"'Low there, Royal!" came from Roger, who just then threw away his
bandit stick.

"I'm glad you are all acquainted," added Dorothy. "I must ask Roy to
come up to the house this afternoon."

"I'll be there!" declared the boy, but only Dorothy knew why he spoke
so earnestly.

CHAPTER VI

OFF FOR CAMP

"But Cologne won't wait another day. I have got to be off to camp,"
Dorothy insisted.

"Isn't our camp good enough?" asked Joe. "We have not seen you for so
long--and now off you go again."

"Yes, and I thought she was going to cook for us. I guess I don't want
to camp with the fellows cooking," murmured the disappointed Roger.

"I am sure I would love to stay at the Cedars longer," their sister
assured them. "But you know I must keep my engagements, and I am to
live in a real camp this summer."

"And Tavia is going, too," Roger went on. "If she was around here
there might be some fun."

"Perhaps you both can come to Maine for a stay. Then you would see the
great big moose you hear so much about. If they are not to be found
alive I am sure we could manage to see some dead," said Dorothy. "Now
be good boys, and I'll see if I can arrange that."

She was saying good-bye to her brothers, and a half hour later she had
taken her chair in the train bound through New England _en route_ for
Maine. The few days spent at home had been so delightful--even her
Wild-West adventure had ended up happily, for Royal Drake, the
erstwhile bandit, did all he could to make u