If it had
anything to do with sailin' vessels I could help considerable. But
riggin' up churches is not in my line. Howsomever, I'll help all I
kin."
The very next Saturday Captain Josh led his scouts into the woods to
gather their first supply of club-moss. He carried his rifle with him.
There was a black fox in the neighbourhood, which had been seen by
several, and the captain longed to get sight on it "jist fer one little
instant," as he had remarked.
Phil had his small dog with him, which annoyed the captain.
"I wish ye'd left that critter home," he growled. "It'll scare away
everything fer miles around. What's the use of bringin' my gun when
that thing's along?"
"Gyp wouldn't stay," Phil explained. "I tied him up, but he chewed
through the rope."
"H'm," the captain grunted, "I guess he'd eat through a chain by the
looks of him. He's about the toughest brute I ever set my eyes on.
Does he ever eat people?"
A hearty laugh from the boys was the only reply to the captain's
sarcastic remark. They were in great spirits, and the tramp through
the woods filled them with joy. It was merely a winter-road they
followed, used by farmers for bringing out their logs and fire-wood.
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