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 “A woodsman would look at the sun,” tantalized Bub.

“I forgot,” confessed Stanley. Then he became confused in noting a sweet-faced girl eying him with half hidden amusement.

“Laura, this is Stanley Malcolm, a friend and companion of Mr. Whitten and Mr. Thomas,” informed the professor.

“I know,” she smiled. “I talked with him last night.”

“Did I talk with you last night?” gasped Stanley, recalling nothing of the incident.

“She should say she talked at you, but that you were too weary to talk or see anyone,” qualified the professor.

“You were all played out when we got here, explained Bub, holding himself very erect as he realized the professor had “mistered” him.

“How do ye feel?” anxiously asked Abner. “Fit to go on to-day?”

“Yes,” slowly replied Stanley, but wincing as he moved about.

The professor’s quick eye caught his grimace and he firmly declared, “You mustn’t move a step from here for a day or so. Better have Mr. Thomas give you a good rub with some liniment I have in the house. I made it myself and it will do you lots of good.”