CHAPTER XXIX.
BLUE TIMES IN CAMP.
“Well, I’ll be blowed!” exclaimed Harry, in deep disgust.
“It’s too bad!” returned Jack. “And he had the last of our venison, too!”
The other boys now came out of the hut, and matters were speedily explained to them.
“Never mind; we have the rabbits left,” said Boxy, with a sigh of relief, as he saw that two of the dead bunnies still hung on the tree limb.
“That’s so,” returned Harry. “But two rabbits won’t last five boys very long, to my way of thinking.”
“An’ de crackers’ an’ cheese is most gone, too,” put in Pickles. “We dun got to shoot or trap somethin’ soon, or starve.”
“Or live on fish,” said Andy, hopefully.
“De trouble is, yo’ can’t always git de fish when yo’ wants dem.”
It was useless to think of going off after the wildcat, and after a look around, to make sure that no more marauders were about, the boys set to work to prepare a meal of rabbits stewed with onions—a most palatable dish, and one which all hands enjoyed.