“You will,” answered Hippy. “We soon shall be enveloped in clouds, and we are going to feel the cold, too.”
There was a biting chill in the air already and, to the amazement of the campers, mosquitoes were numerous and very active.
Tom, after a survey of their surroundings, said he would make up the beds, and called to Woo to bring the pick-axe.
“Make up the beds with a pick?” exclaimed Emma.
“Yes. By the way, where do we sleep tonight?” asked Miss Briggs in a slightly worried tone.
“I will show you,” replied Tom, beginning to dig a trench in the thin layer of soil that covered the ridge.
“If you can transmigrate a real bed, I wish you would make it two so that I may have one,” called Stacy.
Tom made no reply, but, after digging the trench, he had the guide and Hippy place stones on either side of it as an added protection against rolling out of bed.
“Stacy, get in here and see if this hole fits your ample proportions,” directed Tom.
Stacy hesitated.