“Eat!” interrupted Jerry, laughing.
“Score one,” went on Bob. “But I’m going to watch you fellows stow away the grub. Come on, Andy, we’ll rustle it up from the boat.”
They found, on inspection, that there were enough blankets on the bunks so that they did not have to carry any of their own up from the boat. In the matter of food, too, they decided to leave part of their stock aboard the Scud, and use part of what was at the cabin.
“We can pay whoever it belongs to, or make some dicker with Professor Snodgrass,” said Jerry.
A little later they were sitting down to a comfortable meal in the kitchen of the cabin. They had cleared away the remains of food left by the professor when he started out in a hurry on one of his bug-hunting expeditions. The place was made tidy, for that habit was now second nature with the boys, and after the meal they sat about to further discuss the situation.
“Well, we’re here, at all events,” remarked Jerry, looking at his chums. “And now what shall we do?”
“Have to wait for the professor; that’s all I can see to do,” answered Ned. “We can’t learn anything, or do anything, until we see him.”
“And that won’t be until night,” observed Bob. “Might as well make ourselves comfortable until then. I’m going to try to catch some fish for supper.”
“I’ll go with you,” volunteered Andy, and the two set off for the head of the lake, where they had left the motor boat.
Ned and Jerry, with no particular object in view, wandered about the camp. It was true nothing could be done or learned until Dr. Snodgrass returned, and the boys, knowing his eagerness when he was searching for specimens, realized he would not come back until called by darkness. Even the pangs of hunger were often ignored by the little scientist.