“Whew, Chet!” he whispered. “I’ve thought up the greatest scheme!”
“What is it?” demanded Chet, yawning. “My! but you did get me up early enough, in all good conscience!”
“Don’t be a lazybones. The coffee is made,” said Dig. “And don’t forget that we’re to have another crack at the buffalo.”
“Yes? Well, maybe.”
“Whew! where’s your enthusiasm?” demanded Dig, disappointed.
“Wait till I get the stickers out of my eyes,” said Chet, going to the full spring.
After he had ducked his head into the cold water, and scrubbed his face and hands and behind his ears, he felt more awake to the situation.
“What’s the wonderful idea, Dig?” he mumbled, as he rubbed himself dry on the towel he had had wisdom enough to bring along. Camping out without a towel is simply punishment; and it was easy enough to dry the towel in the sun while they ate breakfast.
“I reckon you don’t want to hear about it,” grumbled Dig.
“Oh, go on! I was half asleep. What have you been conjuring up, old man?”