--{ TO CARIBOO AND BACK }+-—

up dancing flames and columns of blue smoke
and they saw familiar figures moving around.

“Home, Sweet Home!” murmured Arthur,
and Jim felt an immense relief, unexpressed in
words.

A loud shout of welcome greeted their ap-
pearance on the edge of the meadow. The Little
General for the first time in history lost her
head, dropped the kettle of boiling water she
had in her hand, thereby extinguishing the
fire—and rushed to meet them.