These，then，weretheboyswhocampedwithmethatsummernightuponthesandbar。
Afterwefinishedoursupperwebeatthewillowthicketfordriftwood。Bythetimewehadcollectedenough，nighthadfallen，andthepungent，weedysmellfromtheshoreincreasedwiththecoolness。WethrewourselvesdownaboutthefireandmadeanotherfutileefforttoshowPercyPoundtheLittleDipper。Wehadtrieditoftenbefore，buthecouldneverbegotpastthebigone。
“Youseethosethreebigstarsjustbelowthehandle，withthebrightoneinthemiddle？“saidOttoHassler；“that’sOrion’sbelt，andthebrightoneistheclasp。“IcrawledbehindOtto’sshoulderandsighteduphisarmtothestarthatseemedpercheduponthetipofhissteadyforefinger。TheHasslerboysdidseine-fishingatnight，andtheyknewagoodmanystars。
PercygaveuptheLittleDipperandlaybackonthesand，hishandsclaspedunderhishead。“IcanseetheNorthStar，“heannounced，contentedly，pointingtowarditwithhisbigtoe。
“Anyonemightgetlostandneedtoknowthat。“