Stretched at full length between the two rocks Bob had hard work to keep awake, and was very glad when one of the men crept up and told him that he was to go back to camp.
“Haven’t seen anything I suppose,” he said.
“Not a thing.”
“Well, I hope they show up before long. Hanged if I like this waiting game.”
When he got back to camp Bob found that they had, by sawing down three or four small pines and sticking the trees up between others, left a circular space about twelve feet across so thickly hemmed in that they would be invisible to anyone on the outside.
“You certainly have made it good and snug,” he told the Captain.
“I guess we’ll be fairly safe here,” Captain Jim replied with a smile.
They had brought no tents with them having decided that it would be too risky. But they were all more or less used to sleeping in the open. The men were busy gathering spruce boughs for beds and in a short time Bob had his own ready.
“Now I guess there’s nothing to do but wait,” he said to the Captain.
“That’s about all I guess. Let’s hope it won’t be a long one.”