Of course we had not come so far without some definite plan of action when we struck the river.
"I don't think we could have reached the Green at a better point than this," said Jim, "because we have different kinds of trees to make a raft."
"It's a pity we couldn't have a boat," I said. "It would be so much easier to manage than a raft, and it would make better time."
"I don't know as it would be any safer," remarked Jim. "You could stove in a boat on one of those sharp rocks, but it would take something worse than that to break up a solid raft."
"If we are going to get up so early, we might just as well turn in now," said Tom.
"It will be a good way to keep off the mosquitoes," I said.
But we soon found that these pests were very persistent and kept serenading around our ears and settling on any exposed parts of our anatomy, so that we had to keep our head ducked down under the blankets, and thus curled up, we were soon fast asleep.
It was not uncomfortably warm, either, as there was a nip in the air that made the blankets seem all right. We slept a little later than was usual with us, for the deep shade of the trees shut out the rays of the sun, and it was a half hour before Jim roused us.
"Get up, boys, or we will miss our train," he cried, and he rolled us out of our blankets onto the ground.
We did not resent this, as it saved us the trouble of unrolling ourselves. It did not take us long to stow our breakfast away in the hatches and then, with an eager vim, we sprang to our work.