“I just said I was tired,” answered Link, innocently. “I’m going to turn in.”
“I’ll wager you are up to some mischief.”
“Say, if anybody plays a trick on me to-night I’ll—I’ll shoot him,” came from Fred.
“No tricks to-night, boys,” said old Runnell. “Everybody needs a good sleep after such work as we’ve had.”
On each side of the shelter inside fresh pine boughs had been spread. The heat made the boughs give forth a delicious odor, which was as healthy as it was pleasing. So far none of the lads had taken cold and old Runnell sincerely hoped that all would continue to remain well.
“Teddy, you want to keep one ear open for bears,” said Link, just before retiring.
“I don’t want to see any bears to-night.”
“But one may come in, you know, and try to sample your foot or your hand.”
“Do you think any bears will be around?” questioned the Irish lad in quick alarm.
“Oh, not more than six or seven, Teddy.”