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 with it, brought one of the frying-pans to light.

"And what's that over there on the other side?" exclaimed the familiar voice of Mr. Swan.

"Why, it's my unlucky bait-rod, as sure as the world," said Arthur Hastings. "But he was lucky this time, wasn't he? If he hadn't lodged in the friendly branches of that evergreen, I should have thought that Matt Coyle had carried him off again."

These unexpected discoveries led to a thorough examination of the bay and of the bushes surrounding it, and the result was most satisfactory. Before dark every single article that Jake and Sam had thrown away, had been recovered. There was nothing missing now except the boats and the provisions; but the loss of these things did not put the party to any great inconvenience. There was an abundance of game in the woods, plenty of fish to be had for the catching, and Matt's scow could easily carry the four men who had lost their skiffs.

But little more remains to be told. Mr. Swan and his party camped "right where they