“I did,” confessed Frank. “I’ll fix it.” The canvas was soon made secure, and then, while the wind whipped itself into a gale outside, the boys fell asleep in their warm tent, Fenn’s last thoughts being about a place where he had seen the three turtles.
CHAPTER XIII
THE MUD VOLCANO
Bart’s first act, on awakening in the morning, was to go to the tent flap, and look out. Then he called to his companions, who were still asleep:
“Say fellows, it’s a fine day; only it’s snowing.”
“Did you wake us up to tell us that?” demanded Ned, as he turned over for another nap.
“Well, you don’t want to sleep all day, do you?” asked Bart, looking at his watch. “It’s eight o’clock. If we’re going to do any hunting we’d better get a move on.”
There was much yawning and stretching, but finally the chums were up and dressed, and breakfast was served.