Russ, leaping up and down on the sand, he was so excited.

   "Yes, he's as big as one of the two I lost," the man went on.

   He landed his prize in the boat, while the boys and, the other little Bunkers crowded to the end of the sandy point to watch what was going on.

   "I guess you children brought me good luck," said Mr. Hurd, the red-haired fisherman. "I'm going to row along now, but I'll keep my eyes open for the tramp lumberman that may have your father's papers."

   "Thank you," said Russ.

   The six little Bunkers watched until the fisherman was out of sight around the next point, and then they started to play again.

   "I thought sure he was the one that daddy wanted," said Russ, a little sadly.

   "So did I," added Laddie. He, too, was disappointed. "Maybe I could make up a

   riddle about a red-haired man," he added more cheerfully.

   "Maybe you could," agreed Russ.

   "I guess I will, too," said Laddie. "I can think of a riddle the next time."

   A little later the children heard a voice asking:

   "Well, are you having a good time?"

   They looked up to see Daddy and Mother Bunker walking toward them through the woods.

   "Oh, we're having lots of fun!" said Rose, who had been amusing Vi, Margy and Mun Bun.

   "And we almost found your lost papers," added Russ.

   "How?" asked Mr. Bunker.

   Then the boys told about the red-haired man.

   "I'm afraid my papers are gone for ever," said Mr. Bunker with a shake of his head, "I'll have to lose that money. But it might be worse. Don't worry about it any more, children."

   But, though the children were too little to worry very, much about their father's trouble,

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