Trixie followed the boys to the shore and waved farewell until they were out of sight in the misty morning. Then she sat on the steps oblivious alike of her damp skirt and the drops of moisture that sparkled on her curls, longing for a camp-life and the simple fun of the Woodcrafters. Finally she realised she was becoming thoroughly wet from the fine rain so she went dolefully back to the house.
At Sunset Island, all hands watched Fred construct the bear. He found he would not need Elizabeth’s help for the sewing as his practice with sailor’s palm and needle came in good even if the stitches were uneven.
What a ludicrous creature it was when completed! A loop of rope for a tail, another for a nose, and a third on the middle of the back. Billy and Paul helped to swing the beast from between two tall birches and Dudley took the first fling of a spear at it. Dudley had occupied himself in trimming into a wooden spear one of the small standing dead firs that crowded the underbush of the island.
This gave Fred an idea.
“Say, boys, each one of you can make a lot of those kind of spears and we might use them for practice.”
“That’s right! The old bear will last longer than if we used the iron spears on him,” added Billy.
As night came on the fog shut in again and Fred called the boys from their spear-making to look after their tents for the night. That evening the bungalow fire made a cheery spot to gather about, for the dampness out-of-doors was chilly and unfriendly.
“Do you think it will be foggy all day to-morrow?” asked Dudley.
“I don’t think so, but we musn’t kick if it is, as we have had fine weather right along,” replied Fred.
“I know of a fine game to play in foggy weather!” hinted Mrs. Remington.