“Willie might be listening in,” he explained, as the sparks began to leap between the points of his spark-gap.  Twice he called, then a bright smile came over his face.  “Got him,” he said.

For some moments he alternately worked his key and listened to the return buzzing in his receiver.  Then he turned to the ranger.  “Willie has the forester on the telephone,” he said.  “What shall I tell him?”

“Ask him to tell Katharine that I shall stay here with you in your camp overnight, as I could not get home until long after dark.”

With fascinated gaze the ranger watched the sparks fly under Charley’s manipulation of the key.  Then there was a long silence as the three sat waiting for the reply.

“Katharine says to tell Jimmie she’s awful glad,” said Charley, relaying the forester’s message literally, “and to thank the new patrol for taking care of him.”

Then and there Charley knew that he was going to like not only the ranger, but also the ranger’s little wife.  As for the ranger, he was almost spellbound.

“I know you talked to the chief,” he said, “but what gets me is how you did it.  Why, if I knew how and had an outfit like that, I could talk to Katharine any time and anywhere.”

“We’ll make you an outfit and teach you how to use it,” cried the two boys together.  “You shall have your first lesson to-night.”

Twilight drew near.  Lew brought out the grub bag, and Charley began cooking some food over the little alcohol stove.

“I think that you can safely take a chance on a wood-fire at this hour,” said the ranger.  “I’ll build it myself.”

He placed a few dried leaves within the fireplace and stacked some twigs, broken into short lengths, in a cone-shaped heap above the leaves.  At once he had a bright little fire that made almost no smoke but gave lots of heat, though the flames did not reach as high as the stone sides of the fireplace.  Quickly a little bed of coals formed, and Charley put his frying-pan directly over them.  In no time the air was savory with the odor of sizzling bacon and hot coffee.

Squatted about the little fire, the three guardians of the forest ate their evening meal.  From time to time the ranger thrust a stick into the fire, and so kept the flames alive.  But it was a dim little blaze at best.  Yet it was mighty cheering and comforting as the darkness wrapped the forest, and the gloom beneath the rhododendron thicket became inky and impenetrable.

For a long time after supper was eaten and the dishes cleaned, the three sat before their little fire.  Spellbound, the recruits listened to this veteran guardian of the forest as he told them of his work in the woods, of his encounters with beasts, of birds and reptiles, harmful and otherwise, and of the rocks, and flowers, and trees.  For the ranger loved the forest even as Charley did.