Camping With Old Ben 247 



sand flea in the middle of a desert. Never, 

 never as long as the world stood, would I be 

 able to get out of this hateful woods. 



At last the silence and the terror of it grew 

 so upon me, that I lifted up my voice and 

 yelled like a savage. I did not give one shout 

 and then listen to see if it was answered but 

 bellowed at the top of my lungs, drawing my 

 breath with great sobs between the deafening 

 passages of my distress. 



" Hello, that you, Harry? " cried a cheer- 

 ful voice that was so near to me that I ceased 

 my bellowing instantly. 



Stifling my sobs as best I could and wiping 

 the tears from my cheeks with the back of my 

 hand, I rushed towards the spot from whence 

 came the voice. 



" Have you treed a panther, Harry," he 

 asked, " or was it a pack of Apaches that I 

 just heard? " 



" You needn't laugh at me," I blubbered. 

 " I have been lost. How did you find me so 

 quick? " 



" I find you, I find you, boy ! Why, I 



