CHAPTER VI
MAKING CAMP
"We have a big job ahead of us," declared Bob Somers, when every scrap of food had vanished.
"I believe it," said Dave, with half closed eyes.
"The huts ought to be built before dark; it means a hustle."
"Build 'em, then, an'—" the stout boy was nodding.
"Hi, hi! Hey, bing, bang, boom—rah—rah! No sleeping yet, Chubby. Wake up!"
"Let a fellow alone, can't you? Build em—stop!"
"Oh, yes, we will leave you alone! Oh, yes—and two huts to build."
"Only five minutes," pleaded Dave. "I feel uncommonly sleepy. I do, indeed! Let up, won't you?"