"We are willing to do our share," answered Ned.
"Yes, of course we are," chorused Walt and Stacy, though there was no enthusiasm in the fat boy's tone.
"I am of the opinion that you boys should take turns in cooking the meals, say one boy to cook for an entire day, another to take the job on the following day."
"I'll cook my own," declared the guide. "No tenderfoot experiments in my chuck."
"They know how to cook, Mr. Nance," explained the Professor.
"All right; they may cook for you," said the guide, with a note of finality in his tone. He glanced up at the sky, held out his hand and shook his head. Tad observed the movement.
"What is it?" asked the boy.
"It's going to snow," said Dad.
Tad laughed, glancing at his companions.
"What, snow in June?" questioned Stacy.