“We were afraid to face your wrath if we didn’t,” Kent smiled. “You got that wood in a mighty big hurry.”
“Yes, it was ready-made. Found a small supply of it in a shack around on the other side of the cabin.” Tim heaped it into the fireplace and touched a match to the kindling. The boys watched the flame lick upward and then spread with a crackling sound to the remainder of the wood.
“That feels good,” Barry approved, getting up. “The whole outfit thanks you, Timmy boy!”
“You can express your gratitude in a more lasting and practical way,” Tim informed him. “Now that I have built the fire, suppose you fellows make the breakfast.”
“We’ll agree to that,” Kent said.
Barry began to open the package of bacon. “Tim, as long as you are dressed for the great out-of-doors, suppose you go get that long extension handle for the coffee pot from the sled.”
“All right. Where’s the sled?”
“Right outside the door,” Barry told him.
“I don’t remember seeing it there, but I suppose it is,” answered Tim, as he made for the door.
Mac rolled up the sleeping bags and put them away. “Do we have to sleep this way every night?” he asked.