"I think the best thing we can do," said Snap, "is to stay around here somewhere and start a good big camp-fire. If we try to get back to our camp we may get lost and also take our death of cold. The quicker we start a fire the better it will be for us."
"All right, start a fire," said Whopper. "But it is going to be no easy matter—-with all the wood so wet."
"Look yonder, boys!" cried Giant. "Am I mistaken, or do I see a light?"
"It certainly is a light," said Shep, looking in the direction pointed out—-a place quite a distance from the lake. "Maybe some other campers are around."
"I hope so," said Snap. "Perhaps we can get something to eat."
All were hungry as well as cold, and the idea of a meal appealed to them strongly. Snap led the way through the low brushwood in the direction of the camp-fire, which was burning under a series of overhanging rocks.
"Let me see what sort of a place it is first," warned Snap, as they drew closer. "We don't want to run into any tramps or worse."
Nobody appeared to be around the camp-fire, which was burning brightly in spite of the rain and wind. It was a well-sheltered spot, and in the rocks was a hollowed-out place, against which leaned some split logs, forming a rude shack.
Catching up a firebrand, Snap gazed into the shack. He gave a good look and then came outside and held up his hand for silence.
"I've made a discovery," he whispered, excitedly.