“That’s what he is. Anvik has got you properly located this time. Ha, ha!” laughed Chunky.
“Come, boys, unpack. We must give our guide his first lesson. You sit down and watch us, Anvik, while we make camp.”
The guide did so, grunting with approval or disapproval from time to time as the work pleased or displeased him. Under the now skillful hands of the Pony Rider Boys the camp rapidly assumed shape and form. All the tents were erected on this occasion in order that the guide might observe the whole process. The tents up, the boys settled them. There were plenty of trees about from which to get boughs for their beds, and wood was brought and a campfire built up. This especially interested the guide. He uttered grunts and nods of approval as he watched Tad build the fire in true woodsman-like manner.
134“White man no make fire like Indian. You make fire like Indian.”
“Thank you,” smiled Butler.
“You make cook fire. How you make sleep fire?”
“A little fire close up to the tent,” answered Butler. “I make it so as to get all the heat into the tent instead of sending the heat up into the air where it will do no good.”
“Heap good. You good Indian.”
“That’s what he is, Anvil, he’s an Indian,” cried Stacy.
“I seem to be a good many things in this camp,” laughed Tad. “Any further compliments you can pay me, Stacy?”