He can't get here now, but
he's sent the kid!"
"He has?" cried the woman, joyfully. "Do you mean to tell me, Buck,
that the boy is right down there this minute, in my cabin?"
"Sure I do," was the reply, "an' a bright little feller he is."
"Give us a guess on that," whispered Jack to Oliver. "Is the kid in
the cabin Mike III., or is he the prince? Give you three guesses!"
"I give it up!" the boy whispered back.
"Why didn't you bring the kid along with you?" asked Frank. "We all
want to see him. His grandmother has been telling us about him."
"Its a right smart walk for a little one!" Buck answered.
"You're welcome to come down and see him" Mrs. Brady said. "I'd be
proud to give you all a snack in the morning."
"Suppose we do go and see the kid?" asked Oliver. "I'm curious to
know all about the little shaver!"
"I'm for it!" Frank exclaimed.
"And I'll be the first one there!" Jack put in. "I always liked kids--
from Washington! No one will molest the camp while we are gone."
"I wouldn't leave it alone, if I were you," advised the old lady.
"There's a heap of bad people come into the mountains sometimes.
Don't all leave at once."
"That's good advice, mother," Ned said. "Two will go and two will
remain here.
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