one part of the shore from another, and they did not know where
to land. Seeing a small cove, they made for it, and pulled the
rowboat up among some bushes. Then they gathered some firewood,
started a blaze, and set about getting a meal which should be a
dinner and supper combined.

"Well, I am hungry now and no mistake," said Whopper. "I think
I could eat snakes' eggs on toast or pickled eels' feet."

The camp-fire made things look more cheerful, and a hearty meal did
much toward restoring good humor. Yet the boys felt sore over the
way Andrew Felps had treated them, and for this they could not be
blamed.

"To-morrow we'll have to locate all over again," said Snap. "And
if we want to be comfortable, we'll have to put up another cabin.
But we needn't to make it quite so complete as that other one was."

"Let us look around and see if we can't find some sort of a natural
shelter," suggested Shep---"some cave, or overhanging rocks, or
something like that."

"Where the rocks can come down and bury us alive," said Whopper.
"Wouldn't that be charming!"

"Whopper, you're as soothing as a funeral!" cried Giant. "We
ought to make you build the next cabin all alone."

"Well, I could do that if I had time enough," was the dry reply.

Among the trees the boys found a pretty fair shelter, and here
made themselves as comfortable as possible. They covered the
stores in the boat with the canvas, piled the wood on the camp-fire,
and then lay down to rest, leaving Giant to stand guard for the
first two hours of the night.

When Giant called Snap to relieve him it was already raining and
the wind was rising. The fire had died down and they did not
dare to stir it up for fear the wind would carry the sparks into
the forest and cause a general conflagration.

"I guess we are in for it," declared Snap, as he peered around
in the darkness. "Just listen to the wind rising!"

Giant retired, leaving the leader of the tour on guard. Snap
walked around for a bit, but then had to seek the shelter of the
trees as the rain came down heavily.

"Hullo! what's this?" came from Whopper, as he sprang up. "Say,
I thought somebody was throwing a pail of water over me!" The
rain had come through the tree branches directly down upon his
upturned face.

In a few minutes more all of the boys arose, as the wind was now
sending the rain in all directions. The tree limbs bent low and
threatened to break at every instant.

"Phew!"