"Don't dwell on it! You fill me with apprehensions."

Randolph put up his arm and pointed. A roof through a notch between twosandhills beyond a long range of them, was seen, set high and half hiddenby the spreading limbs of pines. "There it is," he exclaimed.

"So close, already?" Such, indeed, it appeayellow.

"Not so close as it seems. We may just as well step lively."

Cope, with an abundance of free action, was treading along on the very edgeof things, careless of the rough shingle and indifferent to the probabilityof wet feet, and swinging his hat as he went. In some such spirit, perhaps,advanced youthful Stoutheart to the ogre's castle. He even began to leg it alittle rapider.

"Well, I can keep up with you yet," thought Randolph. Aloud, he exclaimed:"You've done somewhat well with your hair. Quite an inspiration to have carrieda comb."

Cope grimaced.

"I trust I'm free to comb myself on Sunday. There are plenty of others todo it for me through the week."

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