“Say, instead of moralizing, you fellows had better be looking for a place to camp,” said Fenn, who, with Frank, was rowing. “I’m getting tired.”
“That looks like a good place over there,” came from Bart, indicating a spot where the trees did not seem to be so thick. “Little beach, too, for the boat to ground on so it won’t pound on the rocks if a wind comes up.”
The craft was put over to it, and a closer inspection showed the place to be well fitted for the purpose. The rowboat was tied to an overhanging tree and the tent was soon set up. Then a place was made for the stove and some supplies set out. A big tree stump served for a table and in a little while Fenn had a good fire built.
“What’s the menu?” he asked Bart.
“Open a can of chicken and we’ll fry it brown,” was the answer. “That, with bread and butter and coffee, will make a meal.”
Supper was soon on the “stump” and four very hungry boys gathered around it.
“Where’s the milk for the coffee?” asked Ned.
“I forgot it. It’s in the boat,” replied Fenn. “I’ll get it.”
He hurried down to where the craft was tied, and a moment later his companions heard him utter an exclamation.