The latter lost his angry look, and released them.
"I must fire three shots to let Neal and Uncle Eb know I've found you,"
he said. "We parted company a while ago, and they're beating about the
woods in another direction. Whoever first came upon any trace of you was
to fire his rifle three times."
The signal was instantly given.
More far-reaching "Coo-hoos!" were exchanged. Ere long Neal was beside
his brother, looking at him with eyes which showed the same tendency to
leak that Dol's had done a while ago, and battling with a desire to
squeeze the wanderer in a breathless hug. He relieved his feelings
instead by "blowing up" Dol with withering fire and a rough choke in his
voice.
But when, in response to an invitation from the genial camper whom Cyrus
and Joe called "Doc," the whole party, guides included, had gathered
around the camp-fire in the big log hut, and Dol told his story from
start to finish, he became the hero of the evening.
His only fault had been a rash venturing into the unknown; and well it
was that he had not followed the unknown to his death.
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