“I wonder how things are at home?” went on Andy, suddenly.
“Why, what put that into your head?” questioned Jack, turning to him quickly.
“Humph! I was wondering the same thing,” remarked Harry.
“Maybe somebody is getting homesick,” observed Boxy, and although he meant it for a joke, there was a little truth in the remark nevertheless, although not one of the boys would have admitted it for the world. Not that they wished to leave camp, only that they would like to have seen the family faces, if only for a brief moment.
They soon forgot the idea, however, in the preparations to retire. They helped Pickles haul a log and some brush to the fire, and then carried the various traps to the hut.
“Supposing a wolf comes here during the night?” said Boxy, suddenly, with a slight shudder.
“Not likely,” rejoined Jack. “But you can sleep with one ear open if you wish.”
“I will,” returned Boxy, and he did.
Quarter of an hour later every one of the boys had sought his corner and made himself comfortable. Soon all of them but Boxy were asleep.
Boxy tried his best to close his eyes, but in vain. He turned and twisted, counted a hundred, made himself a dead weight, and did numerous other things to induce sleep, but without success. He had a wakeful streak on, and when he dozed off it was not alone with one ear open, but with one eye also.