Armed with hatchets, they kept steadily at work, and although very tired, did not desist until a large quantity of the fragrant leaves had been collected. Then Dave helped drag them to the dugout. Four beds were made in the cave, after which the hunters, well satisfied with the result of their labor, sat down to supper.
"What's on the bill of fare?" asked Bob.
"Sardines, bacon, crackers, cheese and coffee," said Dave.
"Not bad, for a starter. Guess I can get away with my share all right."
"Nothing like outdoor life to give a fellow an appetite," commented Dick.
Dusk soon gathered. The forest looked grim and sombre, and when night came it was pleasant to watch the twinkling stars overhead and to listen to the weird sounds which often filled the air.
Havens piled a couple of logs on the fire and the dancing flames sent forth a cheerful glow.
Finally Dave Brandon picked up a lantern and led the way into the dugout. When all were inside, he stretched a blanket across the door, then, following the example of the others, spread his rubber blanket over the fir brush. Bob hung the lantern upon a board projecting near the hole in the roof.
"Good-night, fellows," said Jim.
"Good-night," responded the others. Then silence reigned.