"And now we'll fly back as agreed," declared Peggy merrily.
Her spirits, almost down to zero in the hut, had recovered themselves
marvellously in the fresh open air. She was radiant.
"I declare that the stay in the hut has done you good," declared Jimsy,
looking at her admiringly.
"Maybe it has--by contrast," returned Peggy.
"Like a sea trip," put in Roy. "I've heard that people who suffer from
sea sickness are so much relieved when they get ashore that they imagine
their good spirits are due to a change in their condition."
"Well, that applies to me," returned Peggy; "I didn't think we'd get out
of that hut so easily. How do you suppose that gun came to be there?"
"The hunters who use the hut must have left it there," rejoined Roy;
"I wonder if they'll ever know how useful it was to us."
"More likely they'll be mad when they find that the lock is blown off
the door," laughed Jimsy.
"Well, so-long, folks, I'm going to start back in the auto," declared
Roy.
"We'll beat you into town," challenged Jimsy.
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