"I was thinking merely of a partridge or two," replied Mr. Waterman.
"Arc you going to use your sleeping bag to-night?" asked Bob.
"Sure thing," replied Mr. Anderson. "We're going to have a fine night, but about four o'clock to-morrow morning you are liable to make the acquaintance of some of those moustiques or gnats that Pierre tells about. If you are in your sleeping bag you can then just pull over the flap and have another snooze."
"It certainly looks like fine weather," said Bill. "I think that I'll get up real early and visit that trout hole I found to-night. They just jumped at the fly. It was almost dark when I struck the place, so I had time only for a 'strike' or two."
"I'm with you," said Pud, with a yawn.
"Swell chance," said Bob. "We won't be able to waken you to-morrow morning until you hear Jack's voice yelling that breakfast is ready."
"Is that so?" replied Pud. "Now, don't you believe it. I've turned over a new leaf, and I'm going to get up promptly from now on."
"The only thing you'll turn over to-morrow at dawn is yourself for another nap," said Bill.
"Just try me and you'll see," said Pud.
"You're on," was the reply, "but I warn you that I'll call you just once."