"Think the bear is likely to come back?" queried Dick.
"Not after the scare you gave him," grinned Havens. "Still, to be on the safe side, we'll take turns on guard."
This arrangement was agreed to, but the rest of the night passed without incident.
After breakfast, the boys decided to work on the hut. Bob Somers and Dick Travers climbed to the roof and began to remove the loose boards.
"Work, you fellows, work," said Dave, as he lay indolently on a bit of turf. "I'll help with advice."
"All right, Chub," laughed Bob.
"Don't think I will, either—I'll paint a sketch."
"Good," cried Dick. "Good."
Havens, axe and saw in hand, had gone off to the woods to get material, and the sounds which came from the timber indicated that he must be hard at work.
Dave got out his paint box and, seated Turk fashion before a canvas, began to squint dreadfully.