“Get up, sleepyheads!” called Andy, as he set the coffee-pot on the coals and made ready to fry some bacon.
Aroused, the boys sat up, only to sink back, groaning.
“I’m too stiff to move. How do you feel, Ted?” inquired his brother.
“The only thing I can do without its hurting is open my eyes.”
“Try opening your mouths for some of this coffee,” laughed their companion, standing over them with the steaming pot, from which he poured a few drops onto their necks.
“Hey, quit that! Ouch, don’t!” yelled the young homesteaders, leaping to their feet under the smart of the hot liquid.
“Nothing like a shock to drive away the aches,” grinned Andy, and as the boys remembered how quickly they had forgotten their complaints of the moment before, they laughed with him.
“Go and rub down your ponies, that will take a few more kinks out of you,” their companion ordered, yet before they had finished, he called them to breakfast.
With a relish the boys ate.
“What’s to do first?” inquired Phil.