"We can fix it up in short order," declared Bob.
"Not to-day, thank you," said Dave.
The light from a single window illuminated the interior of a spacious cave. Several reminders of its former occupants, a rude table and chairs, were scattered around.
"Don't see any piano," murmured Dave Brandon.
"Fell over a precipice as they were bringing it up," laughed Havens.
After a short rest, Jim, who seemed to be the least tired, set about collecting fuel, and soon had a fire started. Then outfits were unpacked, and dishes and provisions brought forth.
Bob suddenly straightened up. "Jim," he said, solemnly, "how about water?"
"Just beyond that big cedar," Havens indicated the direction, "you'll find a rivulet. Don't go without your gun."
"Oh, no," laughed the other; "I've been out in the woods before."
Bob had no trouble in finding water, and when he returned preparations for supper were under way. Havens and Brandon attended to this duty, while Dick Travers and Bob Somers went off in search of cedar boughs.