s screen on top of the chimney, and this must have spurred him
on to showing his chums that he had conceived a clever scheme looking to
that end.

First of all he managed to roll several logs against the lower part of
the cabin. These upon being lifted in a pile formed a means for climbing
up on to the roof. Without some such assistance Lub would have had no
end of trouble in getting started on his self chosen job.

The others paid little or no attention to what he was doing, since they
had various plans for passing the afternoon away. In fact, while Phil
meant to take a wider detour of the neighborhood, to look for signs of
game he could photograph, X-Ray had badgered Ethan into agreeing to
accompany him out on the lake, to see which would catch the greater
number of fish before evening came on.

They were now industriously searching for grubs, crickets, grasshoppers,
or even angle worms, so as to tempt the fat trout to take hold.

It was while this was going on that a muffled cry came to their ears.

"Listen! wasn't that some one calling for help?" demanded Ethan,
scrambling to his feet, with a can that had held Boston baked beans in
his hand, into which he had been introducing crickets, and such things,
it having only small holes punched in its sides, besides the larger one
which he kept stopped with a handful of grass.

"There it goes again," said X-Ray, turning all around, as though so
bewildered that he could not place the direction from which the call
came.

"Look at Phil, will you, how he's putting for the cabin!" ejaculated
Ethan.

"Do you think it can be a bear, or a panther, or anything like that; and
is he meaning to shut himself in?" asked the other, his voice showing
signs of trembling in spite of his well known bravery.

"Shucks! no, don't you see he's aiming to reach the back of the cabin,
where Lub's heaped up that stuff? He's meaning to climb on the roof! It
must be Lub's fallen part-way down the old chimney, and stuck there.
Hurry and let's get along to help pull him out!"

With that they started on a mad run. As the shack was close at hand they
managed to arrive at almost the same time Phil clambered on the roof.

For such nimble fellows the task of mounting to the roof was not a
difficult one. When they reached there they found that Phil was leaning
over, and seemed to be giving directions.

"Is it Lub; and has he fallen down inside?" asked X-Ray, quickly, hardly
knowing whether to bur