"Who'll chop the ice at the spring and get two buckets of water?" called Dick.
"I will," Harry answered, and departed, Greg going along to help him. In a short time Dick had water boiling in a kettle that hung over the fire.
"I don't suppose anyone cares for coffee?" proposed Dick, glancing about him.
In a very short time the beverage was ready.
"Aren't we going to have something to eat, too?" Dan wanted to know, as the young campers gathered at the table.
"What's the use of spoiling our supper, which is only a couple of hours or so away?" asked Dave sensibly.
Though the coffee was weak, it was hot. The youngsters soon began to warm up, and all became cheery.
"Oh, but this life is going to be great!" sighed Greg exultantly. "Say, fellows, I'm glad I thought of this way of putting in a vacation. Won't the other fellows in town be crazy when they hear what a great time we've had?"
"What I want to know," Harry broke in, "is whether rabbits really do run in the woods in winter? My mouth is made up for some rabbit stew."
"Maybe we can buy a couple of rabbits, then, from some farmer's son," suggested Dick dryly.