"Likewise supply us with a fund to purchase grub while on our trip," remarked Bandy-legs.
"Hear! hear!" sang out Toby, who always agreed with his rival whenever the question of eating arose.
"I've an idea we don't need to worry about that," declared Owen, confidently.
"What about Jim and his daddy?" asked Steve.
"We'll have to make a stretcher, and carry the man down to our boats," replied Max.
"His leg is knitting bang-up," asserted Owen, as he cast a proud look toward his cousin and chum.
"Well, let's get busy here, so we can leave early in the morning," Max remarked, hastily, for he was modest, and did not like praise.
They set to work with a vim, and the packing was speedily accomplished.
Then in the morning all the stuff connected with the camp was carried down to the river and carefully loaded in the two boats, which, of course, were found safely just where they had been left.
After that, Tom Archer was carried on a rude litter, and made comfortable in one of the boats.