The rain still came down but, sheltered as they were, they rather enjoyed it. They talked for some time and then dispersed to their various tents.
Bob and Bill were together. Just before turning in, Bob put two big logs on the fire and they lay down in their blankets watching the fitful flames that darted feebly up into the rain.
"We're lucky to-night that we're not out on a trip," said Bill.
"How so?" asked Bob.
"Well," replied Bill, "if we were on a trip we should not have this shelter tent along and we should stand a good chance to get a soaking."
"I shouldn't mind that much," said Bob. "But don't you remember that last trip? We had a rainy night then and we did not get very wet. Our sleeping bags kept us just as dry as punk all night, though I could hear the rain beating down like sin on my head."
"That's true," said Bill. "These sleeping bags are great stuff. All the same, I'm glad I'm here to-night."
"Are you going to keep the fire going to-night?" asked Bob sleepily.
"Yes, if I happen to wake up," said Bill. "I'm nearest the fire and I'll just throw on a log if I can reach one without getting out of my bag."
"I've seen to that," said Bob. "You can reach these logs easily enough. Don't bother to do it though unless you wake. Needn't keep it on your mind."