"What ails Frank? He seems to be sniffing the air like a hound," asked
Will.
"Oh, he always declared he had a fine scent, and I've noticed that he
knows when dinner is ready, ahead of the rest of us," remarked Jerry.
Frank laughed good-naturedly.
"To tell the truth, I was wondering, fellows, whether we could be near
another camp," he remarked.
"Did you hear anybody shout?" asked Will.
"No; but when there came a sudden shift to the wind I thought I got a
scent of fire. No, it wasn't cooking, this time, Jerry, so don't get
ready to accuse me of that weakness again; just something burning."
"Say! you don't think it could be the woods afire, do you?"
"Talk to me about your ghost-seers, will you! Will, here, can jump on to
trouble quicker than any fellow I know. Why, if the woods were on fire,
don't you think we'd have found that fact out before now, Mr. Faint
Heart? I guess such a thing couldn't happen without a heap of smoke that
would look like a pall, and appal us, in the bargain."
"Well, all I can say is, I'm not hankering after any forest fire
experience after what Mr.
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