The two boys made their way back through the forest towards the lake. Knowing that there were such things as bears in the neighborhood they kept a sharp watch all about them. If they had only realized it, no bear was half as anxious to meet them as they were to meet a bear. Wild animals seldom if ever seek trouble of their own accord.
A few moments later George and John emerged from the woods and caught sight of the fire and their two companions.
“Hey, you two!” called Fred. “Where have you been?”
“Are we late?” asked John.
“I should say you were. Grant and I were just about to eat up all the food and not save any for you at all.”
“Thank goodness you didn’t,” exclaimed George, fervently.
“Did you find any berries?” demanded Grant.
“Lots of them. A good many of them are still on the bushes.”
“Didn’t you bring any back?”
“Not a single one.”