ment.

"Do you see that pile of rocks?" said Alan, pointing into the
woods beyond the clearing.

"Yes," said Jock, "but there are rocks all around. I don't see
that they're any different from others."

"Maybe not," said Alan, "but I see something that looks like the
corner of a hunter's shelter sticking out behind that big
boulder, and I say, let's skirt around this open place and see."

"Do you want us all to go?" asked Sandy, hoping the Chief would
say no.

"You stay here," Alan answered, to his great relief, "and Jean,
you come a little farther with us. Then you and Sandy can keep
out of sight and watch. If you see a man, keep still in your
places and give the pewit call. Jock and I will go on around the
clearing and get a better look at those rocks."

Sandy crouched down in the bracken, and two or three hundred feet
farther on Jean stopped also, while Alan and Jock cautiously
crept on toward their goal, and, by making a wide detour,
approached the rocks from the north instead of the west. As they
neared them, it was plain that Alan was right. There really was a
shelter built against an overhanging rock and almost concealed
from view by pine boughs which formed a screen before it. Little
by little the boys crept nearer and nearer, stopping every few
steps to be sure there was no sign of life about the place. At
last they were within a few feet of the rude camp. The shelter
was scarcely more than a hole under the rocks, but there was a
blackened spot where there had been a fire, a few pans were
standing about, and in one corner a pile of evergreen boughs was
covered with well-cured deer-skins. A fresh hide ready to cure
was spread out on the rocks near by.

"This is the place," whispered Jock. "There is the skin of the
stag. Now what are you going to do?" For answer Alan slipped from
behind the rocks, crept stealthily into the camp, and on the
underside of the rock wrote in big letters with blue chalk

ANGUS NIEL
POACHER
Your sin has found you out!
R. R. C.

Then he crawled swiftly back out of sight and, followed by Jock,
made his way as fast as he could toward Jean's hiding-place. To
Jean the time that they were gone seemed hours long. The place
was lonely, and she was afraid, not only of their finding the man
at home in his wild lodge, but even of brownies and elves.

A rabbit stuck his ears up over a nearby log and scuttled away
when he saw her. The leaves made a lonely sound as they rustle