After the battle the front lines were moved quite a distance towards the center of the island, where the wild men's village stood. A strong breastwork of sticks and grass was built and a most careful watch was kept at all times. Nothing was seen of the wild men except shadowy forms that every now and then dodged about among the stalks of big grass. They were surely in the tall grass, for the savage little fellows could slip about in the jungle almost unseen.

It was quite certain that the General intended to move again in a short time, for everything was made ready for another battle.

One morning the Scotchman, who was in the front lines, happened to see a wild man crawling along on his stomach towards a stick that lay in front of the Teenie Weenie breastwork. The tiny soldier raised his gun and waited, thinking the wild men were about to charge, but instead a blade of grass appeared above the stick and to it was tied a white rag.

"Jinks!" exclaimed the Scotchman, lowering his gun, "the wild men are showing a flag of truce."

"Hold your fire, men!" shouted the Cowboy, who was in charge of the Teenie Weenie fort at the time. "They are sending out a flag of truce."

Presently the wild man crawled out from behind the stick and timidly made his way toward the Teenie Weenies.

"What do you want?" asked the Cowboy, peering over the top of the fort.

"Wap gee goo mah be gum," answered the wild man as he approached the Teenie Weenies. Of course none of them could understand a word of this.

"Talk English, you goof," cried the Cowboy. "I can't understand that kind of talk."

The wild man carried a piece of folded birch bark in his hand and when he reached the fort he handed it over to the Cowboy. It was addressed to the General, and the Cowboy at once sent the note to him.

When the note was delivered to the General, he found that it was from the Queen of the wild men, written by the Poet, and this is what he read:

The General answered the note at once, making arrangements to meet the Queen on the following day.

The next day at the appointed time the General, the Old Soldier and a guard of eight soldiers marched off to the meeting place, where they found the Queen awaiting them.

The Queen sat on her favorite turtle and she had with her several of her warriors and the Poet.

As the Teenie Weenies drew near, the Queen and her followers raised their left hands above their heads, which is the Sabo custom when friends meet. The Queen was the first to speak, and the Poet, who had learned the Sabo language while he was held prisoner, translated her words to the Teenie Weenies as follows:

"0, great chief of the thunder wagon (the name, "Men of the Thunder Wagon," was given to the Teenie Weenies on account of the cannon which the wild men said sounded like thunder), we have come here to ask for peace. We do not wish to fight; we ask only for the liberty of our brothers whom you hold prisoners. Give us back our brothers and we will return the Lady of Fashion and the Poet to you. We will also give you two hundred smoked frog hams for our brothers' return."

"0 queen of beauty and ruler of all the Saboes," said the General when the Poet had finished, "we do not wish to fight, and we ask only for the return of our friends. For their safe return we will free your brothers. The hams you have offered we could not think of taking, for we took up arms against you, not for gain, but only for the freedom of the Lady of Fashion and the Poet."

The Queen was greatly pleased at the General's words and arrangements were made for the exchange of the prisoners.

That same day all the wild men, except the ones who were in the hospital and who were too sick to leave, were set free.

They were taken, under guard of several soldiers, to the stream where the General had met the Queen. The Lady of Fashion and the Poet were waiting for them and the Teenie Weenie soldiers gave three mighty cheers when they saw their friends. The prisoners were exchanged and the Lady of Fashion and• the Poet were taken to the Teenie Weenie camp, where they were given a royal welcome.

The Lady of Fashion was so happy to be again among her friends that she did a very ladylike thing - she cried. The nurses cried and several of the men were seen to blow their tiny noses and blink their eyes.

"Oh, I'm so happy to be safe with you all again," cried the Lady of Fashion as she hugged the General for the tenth time. "I don't know what those nasty wild men captured us for, we never could find out, but I will say for them that they were very good to us."

"Well, we are mighty glad to have you with us again," said the General. "And it's through the loyalty of every soldier in our army that your rescue has been accomplished."

"I know it. I know it," cried the little lady, and she hugged every single man in the army except the Chinaman, who was so embarrassed that he ran off and hid in a hollow log for nearly an hour.

The two nurses took the Lady of Fashion to their tent, where she washed until she was as clean as a drop of dew.

That night the army gathered around a roaring bonfire and eagerly listened to the Poet while he told them how he and the Lady of Fashion had spent their time as prisoners of the wild men. When he had finished, the little people sang songs, told stories and gossiped until after midnight, when the General ordered everyone to bed.

"It's so nice to sleep in a clean, honest-to-goodness bed again," said the Lady of Fashion when she crawled into one of the tiny cots in the nurses' tent, but she didn't sleep a great deal, for the three little women had so much to talk about. They whispered and giggled until early morning.

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There was much confusion after the battle, for so many things had to be done, and done quickly. The lines had to be advanced and made safe against attack by the wild men. The prisoners had to be carefully guarded until they could be put into the grape juice bottle which was being used as a prison.

Then, there were the wounded. Both Teenie Weenies and wild men had to be given the best of care. Just as soon as the battle was over, the injured were gathered up and carried tenderly to the Red Cross field hospital, where the Doctor and his two little nurses dressed their wounds. The Clown and the Policeman carried the wounded into the hospital on tiny stretchers and just as soon as the injured little fellows had medical care, they were put into clean beds. At first the injured wild men were much frightened, but when they were handled so tenderly by the Doctor and his lovely nurses, they became quite contented.

The Doctor's official report to the General gives the best idea of the work of the Red Cross after the battle, and it is printed here, word for word, from that tiny document.

Report No. 14

Commander in Chief

Teenie Weenie Army

Sir: I herein give to you a full detailed report of the Red Cross work after the battle of Sabo:

Teenie Weenies Injured

Sailor - Shot in the right breast with arrow, which was removed after a hard operation, as the point had broken off between the third and fourth ribs. Eleven stitches taken in wound. Patient in bad shape but will recover

Dunce - Shot in hand; slight wound; will be all right in few days.

Gogo - Two small wounds in right leg and left arm.

Cowboy - Scratch on cheek from spear thrust.

Wild Men Injured

No. 1 - Serious wound in neck from rifle bullet; removed bullet after much work; patient in bad shape.

No. 2 - Bad bayonet wound in side; will recover.

No. 3 - Piece of shell removed from back; nineteen stitches taken in wound; will get well.

No. 4 - Painful scalp wound from being hit on head with butt of gun; five stitches taken in wound.

No. 5 - Shot in shoulder; not dangerous.

I wish to bring to your notice the good work of my staff. I commend them for their earnest and skillful help in taking care of the wounded. The work of bringing in the wounded was promptly done by the Policeman and the Clown in a manner that calls for the highest praise.

Tess Bone and Sally Guff, my two excellent nurses, were of the greatest service. Their tenderness in handling the injured was of the highest order.

I wish also to bring to your notice the kindness of Peter Meadowlark and Bouncing Ben, the jumping mouse. Peter Meadowlark did much towards keeping the patients in a good frame of mind by his daily songs. Every day he came to the hospital and sang for the wounded.

Bouncing Ben kept the sick laughing for hours by his funny handsprings and somersaults. I owe much to these two kind-hearted fellows for the good condition of my patients.

Sincerely yours,

Surgeon General,

Teenie Weenie Army

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Orders had been given to attack the wild men in the morning and most of the Teenie Weenie soldiers slept very little during the night. At daylight a thimbleful of hot cocoa and a supply of bread were brought into the front trenches and while the little soldiers ate, the artillery kept up a heavy fire on the wild men's fort.

At last the order was given to charge and the excited Teenie Weenies climbed out of their trenches and dashed for the fort.

Although the soldiers' tiny knees knocked together and their teeth chattered with fright, they went into battle with great eagerness, cheered by the voices of several meadow mice and bugs, who stood out of range of the wild men's arrows.

It was a great victory. Probably the history of the battle can be better told by one who took part in it, so we shall hear the story from a letter written by Mr. Lover to his wife immediately after the battle. The tiny letter was written on a piece of very thin birch bark, about half the size of a postage stamp, but if you could see it under a powerful microscope you would read it, word for word, just as it appears on this page.

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"General, the men are getting restless. They want to get into action and it seems to me that we ought to hurry our plans for the attack," said the Old Soldier. The two little officers were sitting at the tiny table in front of the General's tent.

"Yes, I believe you're right," answered the General thoughtfully. "The plans for the attack are almost ready, but I would like to get some more information about the wild men. I'd like to know just how many are guarding the fort, what sort of arms they have and a lot of other details. The Turk has been able to get much valuable information, but the grass is so tall around the fort that he has not been able to get very near in the airplane, so I'm afraid I'll have to send the scouts out for the facts I want."

"That's mighty dangerous," said the Old Soldier, stroking his beard. "The jungle is full of the Saboes - they are swarming all through the grass, thicker than ants on a chocolate drop."

"Yes, I know it's dangerous, but I believe the Cowboy and the Indian can get through unseen and bring back the information I want," the General said. "Either one of the little fellows is at home in the woods and grass.

They are both pastmasters in covering up their tracks. Why, I believe the Indian could walk through a lady's powder box without ever leaving a single track," and the General said it so earnestly there was no doubt but that he spoke the truth.

Turning to the guard that stood near his tent, the General ordered him to bring the Indian and the Cowboy. "Tell them it is important and that I wish them to report at once."

In a few minutes the two scouts appeared and, clicking their tiny heels together, they saluted in the most approved military fashion.

"You sent for us, sir?" said the Cowboy.

"Yes," answered the General, looking seriously at the sturdy little men. "I have a piece of work for you to do. First I want to tell you that it is mighty risky - in fact, it is extremely dangerous. I will not send you unless you are willing to go -you shall choose."

"We are ready to go," answered the little scouts quietly, and their loyalty touched the General greatly.

"I want you to go to the wild men's fort and get all the information you can," said the General. "Find out how many men they have, what sort of weapons they use, note the condition of their fort and get some idea of the ground beyond the fort. Get all the facts you can and report to me as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir," answered the scouts and, saluting, they hurried to their tent, where they buckled on their tiny pistols. Next they each secured a supply of dried minnow and half a boiled bean, which they stuffed into their pockets.

They slipped quietly out of camp and after a long and tiresome trip they finally drew near to the wild men's fort. They could hear the voices of the wild men now and then and the two Teenie Weenies were forced to steal along with the greatest care. Presently they crawled up to a place quite near the fort where they could briefly see the wild men through the long grass. The scouts watched the wild men for several hours and it was quite late before the little fellows could find a chance to crawl away safely and unseen.

Several times on their way back to the Teenie Weenie camp the scouts were forced to hide under leaves and dry grass to keep from being discovered, and once they had to lie for almost an hour in a hollow stick, as several wild men stopped near them to rest.

"It be heap much dark soon," grunted the Indian as he peered through the grass at the sky.

"We can never get back to camp before night and we couldn't possibly get through this jungle in the dark, so we've got to find some place to spend the night," whispered the Cowboy.

The two Teenie Weenies found a deserted bird's nest in a bush near by, and, climbing up the bush, they soon made themselves comfortable for the night.

Early in the morning the little scouts were awakened by voices, and looking over the edge of the nest, they saw several wild men coming towards the bush. The wild men stopped beneath the bush, where they soon made a fire and cooked pieces of frog ham for their breakfast.

The two Teenie Weenies had eaten what little food they had brought with them the day before and as they smelled the delicious meat cooking it made them as hungry as bears. There were too many of the Saboes for the two scouts to fight, so they could do nothing but lie quiet until the wild men had gone. In a short time the wild men finished their breakfast and after talking in their strange language for a few minutes they hurried away.

When the wild men had disappeared into the jungle of tall grass near by, the two scouts carefully climbed out of the nest and set off in the direction of the Teenie Weenie camp. Several times they had to hide behind sticks and leaves when the wild men passed near them, and once, three of the savage little fellows came so close to the spot where the scouts lay hidden that they thought they would surely be discovered. It was almost evening before the Cowboy and the Indian reached camp and the little fellows reported at once to the General. They gave the Commander of the Teenie Weenie army such valuable news that he at once called in his staff for a council of war.

The little officers talked for a long time and when they finally came out of the General's tent, it was very plain to see that something was about to happen. Officers dashed about the camp giving orders, the Doctor and the two nurses busied themselves around the tiny hospital, while Paddy Pinn spent much time with his Teenie Weenie cannon.

Three of the soldiers carried two big firecrackers into the tunnel the mole had made. In fact, everyone was busy and the whole camp teemed with excitement, wondering as to what was to happen next.

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From the new trenches the Teenie Weenies could see the wild men's fort plainly. The little soldiers had to be very careful, however, for every time they showed themselves the wild men would let fly a shower of arrows. The soldiers thought it great fun to put their hats on sticks and push them out in sight of the wild men. At first this brought a tremendous number of arrows, but finally the wild men caught onto the trick and only an occasional arrow would fly at the exposed hat. 

The men took turns guarding the front trenches. It was very tiresome work sitting in the narrow ditch waiting for something to happen and most of the soldiers would have welcomed the order to storm the wild men's fort.

 "I can't see why the General doesn't get busy and take the fort," growled the Scotchman one afternoon. Several of the men, who were off duty, were lying in a mossy place under some big ferns, discussing the matter. "We've got everything ready for the attack, the men are more than anxious to go into action and we could lick the stuffin' out of the Saboes."

"Keep cool, Scotty; we'll get a chance soon enough," said the Turk, who was very quiet and always took things calmly. "The General knows what he's about and when he gets his plans ready, we'll get all the excitement we want. 

"Excitement!" exclaimed the Dunce. "That's me. I've got to have some excitement; I'm sick and tired of sittin' around here without anything doin'."

"Let's get our guns and go out and see if we can't shoot some dragon flies or mosquitoes," suggested the Sailor.

"Nah, that ain't dangerous enough," answered the Dunce. "I want to do something that will give me a thrill," and getting up he slowly walked towards the tall grass near the Teenie Weenie camp.

The General had given orders that none of the soldiers should leave camp, for the grass was so tangled and thick that it would be an easy thing to get lost and, besides, the savage wild men might be hiding behind the thick stalks of grass.

"Jinks!" thought the Dunce as he peered into the dense grass, "the General wouldn't scold me if I happened to stroll out there and capture a wild man."

After some minutes of thought, the Dunce hurried to his tent, got his gun and sneaked unseen out of camp into the dark grass. He stumbled along for some time without making much headway, for the stalks of grass grew close together and the dead leaves tangled about his feet at almost every step. Presently he came to an open spot near the edge of the island, where he found walking much easier, but he had gone only a short distance when he suddenly saw four wild men ahead of him.

 The wild men, not understanding the Teenie Weenie language, started running towards the Dunce with loud yells.

 The poor Dunce was so badly frightened he forgot to fire his gun and turning about he ran as fast as his short legs could carry him towards the Teenie Weenie camp.

 The army aviator, who happened to be scouting above the shore of the island, saw the Dunce being chased by the wild men.

 "Quick!" he shouted to the bird on which he flew. "Fly just as close as you can to the Dunce and I'll grab him as we sail by."

 The bird flew straight for the ground and holding tight to its neck, the aviator grabbed the Dunce by the collar and snatched him from the very hands of the wild men.

 "Well, sir," said the General when he had heard the Turk's story of the rescue, "what were you doing outside the camp without permission to go out?"

 "I-I-I-I j-j-just wanted s-s-some excitement and I-I-I-I thought I'd go out and s-s-see if I-I-I couldn't capture a wild man," stammered the frightened Dunce.

 "Well, did you capture any of them?" asked the General with a wink at the Old Soldier.

 "W-w-w-well, I-I surrounded f-f-four of 'em, but they wouldn't stay surrounded and they started to chase me, so I-I-I had to r-r-run."

 "Well, did you get any excitement?" smiled the General.

 "Oh, yes, sir, I-I-I got more than I-I-I was looking for."

 "Well, sir," said the General, "I hope you got enough excitement to last you for a long time. You are guilty of an act of leaving camp without permission and I find it necessary to place you under arrest."

 The poor Dunce was marched off between four soldiers to the tiny guard house, where he was left to think over his disobedience.

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At exactly four o'clock the next morning the mole came into camp, and as the General had promised, his breakfast was ready. After the mole had eaten his grubs, he reported for work. The General showed the mole just where he wanted the tunnel to run and immediately the old fellow set to work. He burrowed his nose down into the soft ground and then pushed the loosened earth back with his powerful fore claws. He worked wonderfully fast and in less than a minute he had entirely disappeared into the ground.

All day long the mole worked, coming out only for a few minutes at noon to eat his lunch, and at half past five in the afternoon he again appeared to announce that the tunnel had been finished.

The General sent the Sailor into the tunnel to measure it, for he wanted to be quite sure that it reached a point just under the wild men's fort.

"It's just exactly eight hundred and fifty-eight feet long," announced the Sailor when he crawled out of the tunnel a few minutes later. "I could hear the wild men walking on the ground above, so it must stop right in the middle of the fort."

"Course it does," snapped the mole. "Don't you suppose I know how to dig?"

When the mole had been paid for his work, he slipped off into the night without ever even thanking the Teenie Weenies for his pay

"Queer old surly fellow," said the General as he watched the awkward mole waddle off.

"Yes, but you have to admit that he is a wonderful engineer," observed the Old Soldier.

"Well, gentlemen," said the General turning to his officers, "we have got to move our lines forward. You see, we are about eight hundred and fifty feet from the wild men's fort and it is quite necessary that trenches be built forward so we will not have too great a distance to charge when we explode the mine under the enemy's fort."

The officers all agreed with the General and that very night several men were sent out, when it was quite dark, to start the work.

The little soldiers had gone but a short distance when they were seen by the wild men, who sent a shower of arrows at them, and Gogo was slightly scratched on the arm, while one of the wild men's arrows splintered the Old Soldier's wooden leg, so the General ordered the work stopped for the time being.

The Old Soldier was quite an engineer and when he had whittled out a new wooden leg, he set to work trying to scheme out some way by which the men could dig the trenches without being hit by the wild men's arrows.

"I have it," be cried after he had puzzled over the matter for a time." We can make a big screen out of sticks, one that is quite arrow-proof."

"How are you going to move it?" asked the Turk. "It will be too heavy for the men to carry."

"That will be easy," smiled the Old Soldier. "There's a spool of thread among our supplies and all we have to do is to remove the thread and -"

"Use the spool as a sort of wheel to roll the screen on," put in the Cook.

"Right," laughed the Old Soldier. "We can push it ahead of us on the spool and be quite safe from the wild men's arrows."

The General ordered the screen made and at once, under the watchful eye of the Old Soldier, the men set to work building it. In a remarkably short time the screen was finished and early the next morning the Old Soldier, with six chosen men, started to push it toward the wild men's fort.

As soon as the wild men saw the screen coming toward them, they let fly a shower of arrows, but they either stuck fast in the screen or flew harmlessly over the soldier's heads.

"Great Guns!" cried the Old Soldier when the little party had pushed the screen quite a ways toward the wild men's fort. "We forgot to bring along the picks and shovels."

"I'll get 'em, Captain," said the Dunce, saluting the Old Soldier and hardly waiting for the officer's permission, the Dunce ran for the trench which they had just left, as fast as his legs would carry him.

The Dunce grabbed up three picks and with the help of the Chinaman who volunteered to go along, the two brave Teenie Weenies ran for the screen amid the flying arrows which whizzed all about them.

All day long the men worked hard, pulling the screen along as they dug back toward the Teenie Weenie trench, and at night, six other soldiers took up the work where the rest left off. Several days of hard labor finished the work and not one Teenie Weenie had been shot, thanks to the Old Soldier's screen.

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"Why are you making such a fine camp here, General?" asked the Doctor, as he noticed that the Teenie Weenies continued to improve the camp. "Won't we have to move on pretty soon if the wild men do not attack?"

"We'll stay right here for some time," answered the General, taking off his tiny sword and laying it on the table which stood in front of his tent. "We are within striking distance of the wild men's village, so the aviator tells me, and we'll use this camp for our base of operations."

"General," said the Cook, saluting the commander of the Teenie Weenie army, "I beg your pardon, but there is something I must tell you."

"What is it, sir?" said the General, returning the Cook's salute.

"Why sir, there's a thimble missing from among my cooking things. I put two beans to soak in it last night and when I went to look at them a little while ago the beans were lying on the ground and the thimble was gone.

"That's most strange," said the General; "I'll have the Cowboy look into the matter and see if he can find out what has happened to the thimble."

"Thank you, sir," said the Cook, "I'm a little short of cooking pans and kettles and I'd like to have it back."

The Cowboy was ordered to look for the lost thimble, but before he had fairly started the search, the thimble turned up in a most peculiar way. Down the main street of the camp towards the General's tent marched The Dunce with the lost thimble over his head and followed by a laughing crowd of soldiers.

"What's the idea of this?" asked the General as the Dunce stopped before him.

"Safety first," answered the Dunce.

"What do you mean by safety first?" asked the General, trying hard to keep from laughing at the ridiculous sight.

"W-w-well, you s-s-see," began the Dunce, "I thought this thimble would make a fine suit of armor, and protect me from the wild men's arrows. I took it out back of camp, got some tools and cut a couple of holes for my arms to go through and another hole to see through -"

"Yes, and spoiled a perfectly good thimble," put in the General.

"Jinks!" exclaimed the Dunce, "I never thought of that.

"Of course you didn't," answered the General sternly. "You have a habit of doing your thinking afterwards, and that is a mighty bad habit."

"Quite right! Quite right!" cried a field mouse, who had been hanging around the camp for a few days. "Quite right, I says. There's always a time to think. One ought to do a heap of thinking before one acts, I says."

"Yes, you're right," put in the General, glaring at the mouse, who was very talkative. "One ought to think a great deal and then he ought to say only about one half of what he thinks."

"Words of wisdom! Words of wisdom!" cried the mouse, never dreaming the General's rebuke was aimed at him, and he strolled down the camp street quite pleased with himself.

"Now, Dunce," said the General, "I'm going to try to see if I can help you do a little thinking."

"Y-y-yes, s-s-s-sir," answered the Dunce.

"I'm going to make you wear that thimble for the rest of the day and that ought to help you to remember that you have spoiled a perfectly good cooking pot, just because you didn't happen to think."

All day long the poor Dunce was forced to walk up and down in front of the General's tent, wearing the heavy thimble. It was a warm day and the thimble grew quite hot in the sunshine, so his punishment was pretty hard, but there is no doubt it did him a great deal of good.

"I done got 'em bottled up! I done got 'em bottled up!" shouted Gogo, the little colored Teenie Weenie, as he ran panting up to the General's tent.

"Why I-I-I done ketched one of the wild men and turned him ovah to the guard and I done got three mo' corked up in a bottle."

"Great Guns! This is exciting. Tell me about it," cried the General.

"Well, you see it's dis way," said Gogo, sitting down on a pebble and mopping his head with his tiny handkerchief. "I done took a walk out beyond the picket lines yonder. I knew I had no business wanderin' out dere, but I jus' kept on and pretty soon I run across a big bottle a-layin' on its side.  

"I was kind of 'spicious about dat bottle, fo' I done see through de glass where some dry grass had done been fixed up fo' a bed, mighty like some one been sleepin' dere.

"'Gogo,' I says to myself, 'some one been sleepin' heah in dis bottle and it ain't none of de Teenie Weenies, fo' none of dem has been out heah dis far.' Den I made up my mind that it mus' be some of dem scalawag wild men and I reckon dey mus' stayed in dis bottle when dey was on guard duty watchin' our army.

"But why did dey-all stay in dis heah bottle?' I says to myself. 'It's not cold nights.' But jus' den a big mosquito cam' a-buzzin' and a-buzzin' round and den I knew dat the wild men been a-stayin' in dat bottle fo' to keep de mosquitoes from bitin' 'em.

 I says to myself, 'Some of dese wild men will be comin' 'round heah pretty soon and maybe I can done cotch 'em and extinguish myself.'"

"Distinguish yourself," corrected the General.

"Yes, sah," continued the little colored fellow. "Well, I done crawl under a leaf and waited. I done wait fo' a long time, but pretty soon I done see fo' of de wild men come sneakin' along and pretty soon dey done make right fo' de bottle. Three of 'em done crawl in de bottle and one of 'em done squat down outside by de openin' of de bottle kinda like he was guardin'.

"'By de great corn pone,' I says, 'if a couple of de Tee nee Weenies was heah we could done cotch dese scalawags.'

"Pretty soon I thought to myself, 'Why don't you ketch 'em yourself?' So I done sneaked out up behind de wild man what was guardin' de mouth of de bottle and done cracked him on de head with de butt of my gun. I didn't hit very hard - just hard enough to stun him a little - and den I grabbed a cork dat was layin' near by and stuffed it into de bottle and braced it with a stick of wood so the scalawags couldn't get out. I den picked up de wild man I had knocked down and brought him into camp and dat's all."

"A very brave deed, sergeant," said the General. "And I will immediately send out a squad of men to bring your prisoners into camp."

The Old Soldier was ordered to take a squad of men and go after the prisoners, while the Doctor was sent to dress the bump on the head of the wild man that Gogo had knocked down. After a great deal of work the soldiers managed to pull the three wild men out of the bottle and when they were brought into camp they were securely tied to a strong blade of grass.

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For several days the army spent their time building trenches and making a comfortable camp, while the army scouts learned all they could about the wild men and the lie of the land.

The Red Cross tent had been set up and the tiny cots looked very pretty, with their clean white sheets. Fortunately, there had been little use for them, as the army had been unusually healthy, the only exception being the Chinaman, who had been badly bitten by a pollywog, or tadpole, while he was taking a swim in the river.

There had been very little excitement in camp for some time. Not a single wild man had been seen since the morning the army had landed on the raft and the soldiers had nothing much to do while off guard duty but to kill mosquitoes, which were thick about the camp.

Early one morning the Turk was called to the General's tent, where he remained for some time.

"Somethin' doin', I'll bet," thought the Dunce, who was on guard duty at the time in front of headquarters.

Something really was doing, for the Turk was ordered to fly out at once and make a careful map of Sabo Island. The Turk hurried to his tent, where he supplied himself with paper and pencils and a pair of tiny field glasses.

The army airplane was dining on a fat worm when the Turk arrived, so he sat down and waited until the bird had eaten his breakfast.

"We've got to go out and make a map of the wild men's island," said the Turk.

"All right," answered the bird, "I'm ready," and hopping onto the ground he squatted down while the Turk climbed up on his fat back.

The Turk headed the bird to a big tree which grew on the river bank near the island and in a few minutes the airplane settled easily on the topmost branch. The great blue river lay far beneath the Turk and with the help of his field glasses he was able to make a good map of the island and the surrounding country.

When he returned to the Teenie Weenie camp the General immediately called a council of war and the little aviator was asked to explain the map in detail.

"Well," began the Turk, "the circle marked Camp Bitem is the place where we camped and built the raft and the dotted line is the course we took to our present camp. The wild men have a sort of camp or fort, I couldn't just exactly make out what it was, but anyhow they are gathered in some force on the only cleared ground between their village and our camp."

"We couldn't march through the grass and trees and cut the wild men's camp off from the village, could we?" asked the Old Soldier.

"No, sir, I don't think so," answered the Turk, "for I do not believe anyone could possibly get through the grass and trees."

"Well, that's too bad," muttered the General. "I wanted to get those wild men out of that place with as little trouble as possible, but it looks as though we would have to take their fort by storm."

All the Teenie Weenie officers gathered in the General's tent listened solemnly to their commander's words, for they knew it would be mighty serious if they were forced to charge the wild men's fort.

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"Deliver this note at once to the Old Soldier," said the General, as he handed the following letter to the army aviator:

"Yes, sir," saluted the Turk, and springing onto the back of the airplane he quickly flew out of sight over the water.

When the Old Soldier received the General's message, he set to work at once breaking camp and when the raft arrived the artillery was quickly loaded. The raft made two trips during the day and most of the necessary baggage was taken over to the island.

A line of trenches was considered necessary by the General, who ordered Sergeant Gogo to direct the work and that brave little chap had the trenches done in a remarkably short time.

Nothing more was seen of the wild men, but the closest watch was kept, for there was no telling when they might appear again.

The little soldiers were much too excited to sleep and most of them sat about the tiny camp fire until a late hour talking of the day's experience, but one by one they finally rolled up in their tiny blankets and slept, while the guards paced back and forth, ever watchful for prowling wild men.

(Continued next issue.)