"What are you going to do?"
"Make a fire."
"What for?"
"Some of us are wet, and we can't see to put up the tents without it."
"But a fire will betray us."
"What matter? We are safe from pursuit."
"Go it, then," replied Tim, as he handed Charles a bunch of matches.
The fire was kindled, and it cast a cheerful light over the scene of their operations.
"Now, Rovers, form a ring round the fire," said Tim, "and we will fix things for the future."
The boys obeyed this order, though Barney, in consideration of his uncomfortable condition, was permitted to lie down before the fire and dry his clothes.