The site chosen was on a slight elevation, and in the open, as mosquitoes and other insects were less likely to trouble them.
"Dick, you get some fire-wood," directed Bob. "Chubby and I will cook. Don't be scared, fellows," he added, with a laugh.
"What shall Sam and I do?" asked Tom Clifton.
"Get a lot of spruce boughs for beds. We'll need a pile of it, too. Stir yourselves."
They trooped off to the woods, and the sound of chopping began. Dick Travers, with his arms full of sticks, was the first to rejoin them.
"Get all the stuff out, Chubby."
"Yes! Dump your wood down here. Better get some small twigs. Funny thing we didn't forget to bring matches. That's right, Dick. Nothing like having a lot of fuel."
A brisk fire was soon burning.
"Now we'll fix things up in great shape."
Bob trimmed three sticks.