They were all beginning to feel somewhat tired, and Lub must have had as many as six or seven little "cat-naps." The fire was burning cheerily and the interior of the cabin pretty close, despite the fact that the door had been left wide open.
"Well, let her rain," muttered Lub. "We haven't anything to get wet, outside of our canoe, and it won't hurt that."
Phil had arisen to his feet. There was a peculiar smile on his face, Ethan saw. He looked satisfied about something.
"I hope you fellows can spare me the lantern for a little while," he said.
"Well, that's queer!" observed Lub, in bewilderment.
"What's doing, Phil?" demanded X-Ray Tyson.
"I think I'll go out and get my camera," the other returned.
Then Ethan chuckled.
"I thought that was what it must have been, Phil," he observed, dryly.
"Oh! I see," Lub went on to say; "afraid of the rain, of course. Well, I suppose it would ruin the thing to get it wet."