“Nell, I never knew before how good a fire could feel,” declared Bo.
And therein lay more food for Helen's reflection.
In ten minutes Helen was dry and hot. Darkness came down upon the dreary, sodden forest, but that great camp-fire made it a different world from the one Helen had anticipated. It blazed and roared, cracked like a pistol, hissed and sputtered, shot sparks everywhere, and sent aloft a dense, yellow, whirling column of smoke. It began to have a heart of gold.
Dale took a long pole and raked out a pile of red embers upon which the coffee-pot and oven soon began to steam.
“Roy, I promised the girls turkey to-night,” said the hunter.
“Mebbe to-morrow, if the wind shifts. This 's turkey country.”
“Roy, a potato will do me!” exclaimed Bo. “Never again will I ask for cake and pie! I never appreciated good things to eat. And I've been a little pig, always. I never—never knew what it was to be hungry—until now.”
Dale glanced up quickly.
“Lass, it's worth learnin',” he said.
Helen's thought was too deep for words. In such brief space had she been transformed from misery to comfort!