“That suits me,” exclaimed John, and a few moments later they had once more crawled quietly over their sleeping comrades and again rolled in their blankets, were sound asleep.
The sun had not been up very long before the camp was astir. Sleepy-eyed the boys emerged from the tent, blinking in the light of the new day. A moment later, however, four white bodies were splashing and swimming around in the cool waters of the lake, and all the cobwebs of sleep were soon brushed away.
“That’s what makes you feel fine,” exclaimed George when they had all come out and were dressing preparatory to eating breakfast. “A swim like that makes me feel as if I could lick my weight in wildcats.”
“You must have slept pretty well last night, Pop,” remarked Grant.
“I did. Never slept harder in my life.”
“Well, I didn’t,” exclaimed Fred. “It seemed to me I was dreaming all night long. Maybe my bed wasn’t fixed just right.”
“What did you dream about, Fred?” asked Grant curiously.
“Oh, all sorts of things. I thought I heard people calling for help. That seemed to be my principal dream for some reason.”
“That’s funny,” said Grant. “You didn’t dream anything like that, did you, String?”
“No, I didn’t,” said John shortly.