Cale was seeking for the camp. Tad's voice guided him quickly to it.
"Did you find it?" questioned Butler as the guide strode in.
"I did. I have some choice pine knots here. Wait until I whittle some fine shavings, then we will have a nice little fire. I've got some bark, too. That will answer until we get a light to see what we are about."
"Shall I get out the dog tent?" asked Tad.
"Yes, you might as well, if you can find it."
"I know where to lay my hands on it."
While Tad was occupied with this the other boys stood shivering against the trunks of trees, trying to shelter themselves from the storm, but without marked success.
A faint light flared up as Vaughn struck a match under his hat, but a sudden gust extinguished it.
"Boys, I am not fit to be called a woodsman," grumbled the guide. "I failed to fill my match safe before leaving camp this morning."
"I have matches," spoke up Rector.