sted of canned goods,
and food of various kinds, which they would not have to pack out of the
woods again.

Lub was somewhat fastidious about how he wanted his bed made up. Three
separate times did he pull it to pieces again, to start in afresh.

"Hey, stop bothering so much with that!" X-Ray Tyson called out, having
been observing what the other was doing. "You certainly are the greatest
old woman I ever ran across, Lub."

"And you'll never make a woodsman, as long as you're so finicky,
either," Ethan warned him. "'The happy-go-lucky kind is best in the
end. They give their blanket a fling, and just crawl under. And they
sleep the soundest too."

"Oh! well, I'll learn some day, perhaps," said Lub, not at all
disconcerted by all this raillery, for it fell from him as water does
from a duck's back. "But I've got it fixed to suit me at last. This
bunch of dead grass rolled in the pillow slip I fetched will make me a
dandy pillow. I'm glad you gave me a hint to bring one along, Phil."

"Old woodsmen use then? boots for a pillow," chuckled Ethan, which
remark caused the particular Lub to shudder, and shake his head, as
though he began to despair of ever reaching that point where he could
claim to be a seasoned veteran.

While the others were again indulging in some sort of discussion, Lub,
thinking he was unobserved, sauntered over to one of the little windows
which the builder of the birch cabin had arranged so that he might have
light, and yet shut out the cold air of winter.

"Oh, come here, won't you, Phil; there's somebody walking along by the
trees, and standing still to watch the cabin every once in a while!"

When Lub said this in a voice that trembled with excitement the other
three boys of course hastened to scramble to their feet and reach his
side.

"Whereabouts, Lub?" demanded X-Ray Tyson, eagerly, as he pressed his
nose against the glass, and occupied so much space in doing so that he
prevented the others from having a chance to see fairly; so that Phil
and Ethan deliberately drew him to one side.

"There, over yonder where the moon shines between the little
second-growth trees!" the discoverer went on to say, huskily, and
pointing a trembling stubby finger as he spoke. "There, didn't you see
then, boys?"

"There certainly is something, and it moved!" admitted Ethan.

"Oh! it's a man, I'm telling you!" hissed Lub; "didn't I see him plain
as the nose on your face, X-Ray, and that's going some. He