“Some job,” the latter declared.
“Oh, it won’t take so long as you’d think when we get thirty or forty men at it,” Jack said as he joined them.
“Ben’s crew ought to be along any time now, though you never can tell about what he’s up to,” Bob remarked as he glanced toward the shore.
“Here comes Sam with the grub,” Jack shouted a little later as he spied the cook coming down the river on the logs carrying a big basket in his hand.
“There’s a camp over to the right of the island and I move we go there and get dinner the first thing. It must be about noon,” Bob proposed.
“Just twelve o’clock and I second the motion,” Jack responded as he started to lead the way.
Sam soon had a roaring fire going in the cook stove, with which the cabin was equipped, and Jean and Pierre crowded as close to it as they could get in order to dry their wet clothes.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll catch cold?” Rex asked as he joined them.
“Non, we no geet cold. We tough,” Jean grinned, and Pierre nodded assent.
They had just finished their lunch when the sound of voices were heard outside.