"It will be all right if we are able to get out of the scrape," said Scotch.
Barney built a fire, while Frank prepared to make bread and cook supper, having found everything necessary for the accomplishment of the task.
The professor stripped off his outer garments, wrung the water out of them, and hung them up before the fire to dry.
His example was followed by the Irish boy.
They made themselves as comfortable as possible, and night came on, finding them in a much better frame of mind than they had expected to be.
Frank succeeded in baking some bread in the stone oven. He found coffee, and a pot bubbled on the coals, sending out an odor that made the trio feel ravenous.
There were candles in abundance, and two of them were lighted. Then, when everything was ready, they sat down to the table and enjoyed a supper that put them in the best of moods.
The door of the hut was left open, and the light shone out upon the overturned canoe and the dark water beyond.
After supper they cleaned and dried the rifles and shotgun.
"By jingoes!" laughed Frank; "this is a regular picnic! I'm glad we took the wrong course, and came here!"