About that time Giraffe hove in sight again, and from his happy manner it was evident that he had important news to communicate.
"Just shoulder your packs, fellows, and come with me," he hastened to tell them. "I've run across the boss place for us to keep under shelter; and there's aplenty of nice dry wood handy, so we can lay in a supply before it rains. After all it strikes me that with our troubles we ought to be thankful things ain't worse'n they are. With a fire a fellow can do nigh anything to make you feel good. Come on!"
CHAPTER XVII
ROBINSON CRUSOE, JR.
"There you are," said Giraffe, presently.
"Why, that shelf of rock looks just like it was meant to keep the rain off," declared Step Hen, delighted at the prospect.
"Hold on," Bumpus advised.
"What ails you now?" Giraffe wanted to know.
"Why, you see," the stout boy went on to say, "she looks kinder dark and gloomy under that same rock."
"But it won't after I get a fire started; you see the night's beginning to settle down already," Giraffe told him.