I will, Frank, because it's pretty dark out there.
I'll be back in a jiffy."

"Whoop it up if the cats tackle you, Will," called out Bluff, but even
if the other heard this vague intimation of peril he was too filled
with enthusiasm to pay any heed to it, for he kept straight on.

A short time afterwards Frank heard him returning. Then the light came
into the cabin, and Will set down his camera.

"The trap was sprung then, was it?" asked Frank sleepily, upon noting
this action on the other's part.

"Just what it was! and I certainly hope I got a cracking good picture
that time. Old Br'er 'Coon didn't run away with the bait, though, I
noticed. It was still there, as good as ever."

"Must have been too badly scared to think of eating," remarked Frank,
and as the torch was extinguished just then, and Will tumbled into
his bunk, no more was said.

The rest of the night passed in perfect peace. By now the boys had
grown used to hearing the squirrels or other small animals running
over the top of the cabin, and paid little attention to the sounds at
any time, night or day. So long as they did not drop down the chimney
and destroy some of the food, Frank and his chums did not mean to do
anything to disturb the merry little creatures as they played
hide-and-seek over the roof.

Another day found them all up betimes. Those who cared to do so took a
plunge in the cold waters of the lake and rubbed down afterwards,
feeling all the better for the experience. Will, however, wanted to
discover what luck he had had with his first flashlight exposure of
the season; and so he started preparations looking to the development
of that particular film, which he could easily do after breakfast was
over.

It devolved on Frank to get breakfast that morning. Bluff and Jerry,
having hit upon a better way in which to use the sail they had
fashioned with so much care on the previous afternoon, were already
busily engaged in making changes, just as though for once they were
not thinking of the eternal food question, except so far as new
supplies went.

But then Frank could fry the sliced ham as well as any one, and he
soon had the coffee, the toast, the fried potatoes, and the meat on
the table, after which he called the others.

"Take notice that this is the last of our butter, fellows," remarked
the cook as he helped each one in turn to a generous portion of what
had just been taken, piping hot, off the red coals on the hearth.

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