"You bet we'll eat," Jack assured him.
"Have go some ways geet wood but no dare stop whar woods thick. Bad mans may be follow."
"We'll get the wood all right," Bob said as he and Jack started for the edge of the clearing after Lucky had pulled an axe from the pack and handed it to them.
They were fortunate in finding a dead tree almost at once and inside of half an hour from the time they had reached the place a fire was sending its dancing flames into the darkness. They still had left three of the fish Jack had caught and soon they were sizzling in the frying pan while beside it a pot of potatoes was boiling.
"Reckon we'll have to omit the dessert," Jack chuckled as he turned the fish.
"Who wants dessert for breakfast?" Bob laughed.
"Is this breakfast? It's dark so much of the time up here that it's hard to tell which is which."
Lucky, as soon as he had fed the dogs, had found another bottle of malted milk and their uncle sat by the fire, slowly sipping the beverage.
"Best thing I ever tasted," he told them.
"If that's good just wait till you get some of this fish," Jack laughed.