Dick also laughed softly as he replied:
“He must have had his nose singed that time, and got a bad fright in the bargain, so I reckon we’ll not be annoyed again.”
“This powder smoke is choking me, Dick.”
“But it’s slowly rising in the tree, and things are getting better right along,” Roger was told. “We’ll wait awhile until the air is purer, and after that we’ll drag the old stump back to where it was before the bear moved it.”
“And then?” queried Roger.
“Go to sleep again, if you feel like it, because we have some hours of the night still ahead of us,” Dick calmly told him.
Before they could settle down they noticed that the wind was soughing through the trees with a louder note than before.
“That storm is coming closer all the while,” remarked Dick, “and we needn’t be surprised to hear thunder at any time now.”
“If it does come,” added Roger, sleepily, “we’ll be glad to have such a fine shelter in the rain. But it may fool us after all, and for one I don’t mean to lie awake waiting for it.”