“Probably will be, too, before he gets through,” remarked Bob.
Jimmy sighed.
“Oh, for a few brains!” he murmured and Herb grinned happily.
“You said something that time, old timer,” he assured the despondent Jimmy.
However, they wearied even of their radio sets after awhile and decided to take a tramp in the woods, “just to pick up an appetite for dinner.”
“Here’s hoping we don’t pick up a wildcat or two for good measure,” said Joe.
“Oh, I don’t know,” replied Jimmy nonchalantly. “I’ve heard wildcat steaks are very good eating.”
“So are bear steaks,” retorted Joe. “But I’m not particularly anxious to meet the bear.”
“Let’s go over to the ranger station,” suggested Bob, “and see if there’s any news. Then we might go around and see if our cave is still there.”
The boys agreed, and a moment later they were being greeted pleasantly by Mr. Bentley and one or two others. There had been no fires of any account reported, the rangers assured them, and smiled when the boys looked disappointed.