While they were doing that, the forest woman made coffee and fried bacon, which was ready for Tom and Hippy upon their return. The Overland girls had found their blankets, and, rolled tightly in them, lay sound asleep on the bare ground.
"Poor kids! Aren't you proud of each and every one of them, Hippy?" glowed Tom.
"Oh, I suppose so. That is, I presume I should be if I weren't famished."
Henry came ambling in at this juncture and, sitting down, began washing his face with his paws, giving not the slightest heed to the tirade that Joe Shafto was hurling at him.
"Ye git no breakfast to-day," raged the forest woman.
"Oh, don't be so hard-hearted," begged Hippy. "Give the poor fish a rind of bacon at least. You don't know what it means to have an appetite."
Hippy's urgings bore fruit, and Henry got his breakfast, as did Tom and Hippy, and their appetites fully equalled that of the bear.
"Come along, Hippy," urged Tom after they had finished breakfast.
"Wha—at? Where?"
"Let's have a look at the tree that so mysteriously fell on our camp."