“How is that spot over to the other side?” he cried.
“Just the cheese!” responded Jack.
The place to which Harry had called attention was one where four trees stood in almost a square. Between the two trees farthest back and those to one side there was a mass of thick brush, while between the two trees on the other side were several large rocks, which had rolled down from a hill beyond.
“We can build a hut there without difficulty,” said Harry.
“That’s so. First we can clear out the square and pile it up on the rocks to the right. Then we can cut a few slender trees and brace up that brush in the rear and on the left. But how about a roof?”
“We can cris-cross half-a-dozen poles in the lowest branches of the four corner trees and pile brush and leaves on top. That ought to make a good enough roof for the time we want to stay. The brush can be twisted pretty tight, you know.”
They looked the spot over carefully for snakes, and, finding none, returned to the fire.
“That ought to do first-rate,” said Boxy, when he had heard their report. “But we can never build that hut to-night.”
“We can fix it up enough to sleep in,” returned Jack. “Come on. We will start another fire on the bank of the creek.”
“It’s good it’s on the creek,” said Andy. “If a thaw comes up the water will have a chance to flow away.”