giving this incorrigible sister a piece of her mind. Bo
went calmly on.

"I can feel it in my bones."

"Bo, you're a little fool--a sentimental, romancing, gushy little fool!"
retorted Helen. "All you seem to hold in your head is some rot about
love. To hear you talk one would think there's nothing else in the world
but love."

Bo's eyes were bright, shrewd, affectionate, and laughing as she bent
their steady gaze upon Helen.

"Nell, that's just it. There IS nothing else!"

CHAPTER X

The night of sleep was so short that it was difficult for Helen to
believe that hours had passed. Bo appeared livelier this morning, with
less complaint of aches.

"Nell, you've got color!" exclaimed Bo. "And your eyes are bright. Isn't
the morning perfectly lovely?... Couldn't you get drunk on that air? I
smell flowers. And oh! I'm hungry!"

"Bo, our host will soon have need of his hunting abilities if your
appetite holds," said Helen, as she tried to keep her hair out of her
eyes while she laced her boots.

"Look! there's a big dog--a hound."

Helen looked as Bo directed, and saw a hound of unusually large
proportions, black and tan in color, with long, drooping ears. Curiously
he trotted nearer to the door of their hut and then stopped to gaze at
them. His head was noble, his eyes shone dark and sad. He seemed neither
friendly nor unfriendly.

"Hello, doggie! Come right in--we won't hurt you," called Bo, but
without enthusiasm.

This made Helen laugh. "Bo, you're simply delicious," she said. "You're
afraid of that dog."

"Sure. Wonder if he's Dale's. Of course he must be."

Presently the hound trotted away out of sight. When the girls presented
themselves at the camp-fire they espied their curious canine visitor
lying down. His ears were so long that half of them lay on the ground.

"I sent Pedro over to wake you girls up," said Dale, after greeting
them. "Did he scare you?"

"Pedro. So that's his name. No, he didn't exactly scare me. He did Nell,
though. She's an awful tenderfoot," replied Bo.

"He's a splendid-looking dog," said Helen, ignoring her sister's sally.
"I love dogs. Will he make friends?"

"He's shy an' wild. You see, when I leave camp he won't hang around. He
an' Tom are jealous of each other. I had a pack of hounds an' lost all
but Pedro on account of Tom. I think you can make friends with Pedro.
Try it."

Whereupon Helen made overtures to Pedro, and not wholly in vain. The
dog was matured,