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bet!" answered the Ranger. "You did well. And now you're holding Jack, are you? You needn't explain. I know all about him. Since that fire drove him out along with other animals, we'll hang on to him. The game warden spoke to me about him a long time ago.""You fellows think you're mighty smart. Do I get my shoes, or not?" growled the beaver man. "Not," answered the Ranger, cheerfully. "We'll wrap your feet up with a few handkerchiefs and let you ride this horse." He got down. "What's the matter? Burns? Bad leg? Say! These kids are some class on first-aid, aren't they! You're lucky. Did you thank them? Now you can ride


range didn't seem far, but it seemed177 cold and bleak—and over it we were bound. Only, although now we had the message, we didn't have the other Scouts. If they were burned—oh, jiminy! "Great Cæsar! More smoke!" groaned the Ranger. "If that's another fire started—!"His words made us jump and gaze about. Yes, there was smoke, plenty of it, over where the forest fire we had fought was still alive. But he was looking in another direction, down along the top of the plateau. "See it?" he asked. Yes, we saw it. But—! And then our hearts gave a great leap. "That's not a forest fire!" we cried. "That's a smoke signal!""A what?""A


we were mighty glad to hear175 a horse's hoofs. The Ranger came galloping down the fire line. "Hello," he said. He was streaked with ashes and soot and sweat, and so was his horse, and they both looked worn to a frazzle. "Well, we've licked the fire. Who's that? Somebody hurt?" Then he gave another quick look. "Why, how are you, Jack? You must have run against something unexpected."The beaver man only growled, as if mad and disgusted. I saluted. "We have held the fire line, sir," I reported. "You


to torment him or nag him, just because we had him. He did sit down. "What do you think I am, anyhow?" he asked.174 "Well, you've been killing beaver," I told him. "Who said so?""We saw you at the beaver-pond, when we were camping opposite. And just after you left the game warden came along, looking for you.""You saw some other man.""No, we didn't. We know your tracks. And if you aren't the man, then you'll be let go.""You kids make me tired," he grumbled, and tried to laugh it off. "Supposin' a man does trap a beaver or two. They're made to be trapped. They have to be trapped or else they dam up streams and overflow good land. Nobody