That idea was approved instantly.
"We'll have two suppers to-night," proposed Tom. "That will be the visible proof and expression of the highest happiness that can be reached on a night like this."
Even by ten o'clock that night there was no abatement in the volume of rain falling. The wind still howled.
"Are we going to turn in, soon?" inquired Dave.
"My vote," announced Tom indolently, "is for another supper, and turn in at perhaps two o'clock in the morning."
"I second the motion—-as far as another supper goes," chimed in Danny Grin.
"It wants to be a supper of piping hot stuff, too," declared Greg. "It's warm here in the tent, but the surrounding world is chill and drear. Nothing but hot food will serve us."
Preparations for the meal were quickly under way.
"I hope everyone within the reach of this storm is as comfortable as we are," murmured Hazelton.
"Why, we're so happy, we could entertain company with a relish," laughed Reade.