“We’ll have to air the blankets out and dust them off,” said Jack. “They got rather dirty on the floor, I’m afraid. And the underwear will have to be washed—that is after we untie the knots.”
“It’s queer what became of all the tableware and knives and that truck,” remarked Andy.
“Did you look in the woodbox?” questioned Jack.
“I did,” came from Randy. “That’s where I found the ham.”
The boys took the bedding out on the bungalow porch and shook it vigorously. Then they left it on chairs to air while they made another search around the building for the missing table stuff.
They were still on the hunt when they heard a shout from outside. Running to the rear of the bungalow they heard voices up the little brook that at this point flowed into Big Bear Lake, the same watercourse they had followed when they had encountered the wildcat.
“Hello!” shouted Jack. “Have you found the boats?”
“Yes!” came from Gif.
“They’re tied up in the trees!” explained Spouter.