“Brace up, Teddy. This is only the beginning of the fun. We shall have worse experiences than this, late in the fall, when the weather gets cool; that is, if they do not get enough of us in the meantime and send us away.”
“I—I wish they would send us home now.”
“Come now; we’ve got to run again. We shall surely take our death of cold, if we stand here much longer.”
“Run? No, thank you. I’ve had one run.”
“And you don’t want another? Is that it?”
“Not I.”
“Don’t know as I blame you. Well, if you don’t want to run, just stand in one place and jump up and down. Whip your hands, and you’ll see how soon it will start your blood to circulating,” advised Phil, who immediately proceeded to put his own theory into execution. “That feel better?”
“Yes, some,” replied Teddy, rather doubtfully. “But I could be warmer. I wonder what time the cook tent will be up.”
“That’s an idea. Suppose we go over and find out?”
“Yes, but where is it?”