Mrs. Benson had put up rather a complete camping outfit for the boys. At least, it would serve for one night. There were blankets and some light cellophane coverings which could be used in case of rain. These cellophane coverings folded up into small, light packages. This left more room for food and a small cooking outfit.
“If you fellows will get the water and wood, I’ll start to cook supper,” offered Teddy.
“Fair enough!” cried Dick as he began to gather some dried driftwood from the banks of the stream.
“Where’s the water pail?” asked Joe. “I saw a small spring back by that pile of rocks. I don’t fancy drinking water from this stream. It might not be clean.”
In a short time Teddy had put up a small iron frame to hold a coffee pot and frying pan. The frame set over a bed of glowing coals from the burning driftwood, and in a short time the little camp smelled of frying bacon and eggs and boiling coffee.
“Boy, am I hungry!” Dick announced, sniffing the air.
“Teddy’s the best cook we ever had!” laughed Joe.
“Somebody else has to get breakfast!” Teddy warned the others.
“I’ll let Dick do it,” spoke Joe. “I always was a big-hearted chap,” he added with a laugh.
After supper the boys made ready to spend the night in the open. There was no sign of rain and it was not cold. The cellophane coverings, between which the boys could crawl into their blankets, would keep away the dampness from the ground.