“Then let’s make them,” suggested Phil. “Andy’s sectional bore is in the wagon.”
The boy’s eagerness evoked laughter from the other men.
“You must wait a couple of days until the ground cools,” announced Chester.
“Just at present the thing to do is to build a shelter for the ladies,” said Mr. Jackson.
“Oh, no. We are going to sleep outdoors, Ted said so,” declared Margie. “I think it will be lots of fun if too many bugs and things don’t crawl over us.”
“Or unless it rains,” grinned one of the firefighters.
“You can sleep in the open if you care to,” said Andy, “but when we have so many men here it would be a pity not to take advantage of the fact. We can put up a house of boughs in no time. Come on, fellows. Let’s show these Eastern ladies how quickly we can build one.”
Glad of the opportunity to atone for their awkwardness with knives and forks, the men seized axes, shovels, and hoes and fell to work, erecting a camp in a surprisingly short time.
“There, you can live in that all summer,” declared Steve, as the task was finished.
“I thought we were to have a log cabin,” Margie exclaimed.