“Do? Why, make camp, of course. This is where we stay to-night.”
“I hope nobody steals my ‘pants’ again to-night,” grumbled Chunky.
All hands thereupon set briskly to work to prepare camp, hoping to be permitted to pass a night in sleep and comfort, but their sleep that night was destined to be brief, for an exciting night was before them.
CHAPTER XIII
THE HEART OF THE TEMPEST
Stacy, who had volunteered to build the fire because it required less effort than making camp, balanced the match between his fingers and thoughtfully regarded the blackened sliver.
“Girls, what is the quickest tempered thing in the world?” he asked.
“I should say it is Stacy Brown when someone asks him to work,” laughed Grace.
“You lose. What do you say, Uncle Hip?”
“I suppose you want me to say ‘I give it up,’ eh?”