"And we've had a grand trip," said Havens. "A raft most of the way."
"Young uns will be frisky," commented the trapper; "but I reckon, lads, ye're hungry."
The venison steak and corn dodgers, together with coffee made a very enjoyable supper. When it was over, Hank assisted them in making bough beds. Then they turned in, and were quickly lulled to sleep by the whispering pines.
Next morning, up bright and early, Dick Travers made several photographs of the surrounding scenery.
"Crickets, I can hardly wait for that jacklight trip to-night," he said to Brandon.
"Time will be here before you know it," drawled Dave. "I'm going to make a sketch of the lake."
Dave was only a beginner, but his work impressed Hank greatly, and his delight was unbounded when the picture was finished and the boy, after tacking it on the wall of the cabin, said that there it was going to remain.
Before supper, the trapper got his fourteen foot boat ready.
"I can't take all of ye lads," he said, regretfully, "but some kin go another time."
In drawing lots for the coveted position of assistant to the official photographer, Dave Brandon secured the lucky number.