"It will be almost warm enough to-night to sleep out of doors,"
said the doctor's son. "But it seems more natural to sleep under
some kind of a cover."

He and Snap took the ax and soon cut down three slender saplings and
trimmed them. Two were planted in the ground where the tent was to
be erected and the third was laid across the top, in little
limb-crotches left for that purpose. Then the canvas was thrown
over and pegged down tightly, sides and back. The front of the tent
had a double flap, which could be tied shut with strings if desired.

Long before the tent was up and furnished with bedding of pine
boughs, Giant and Whopper had the camp fire started, and soon an
appetizing odor of coffee and frying fish filled the air. It was
now quite dark, and the glare of the fire made the scene a pleasant
one.

"Camping wouldn't be camping without a fire," observed Snap, as,
having finished his share of the work, he sat down on a grassy
hillock to rest and watch Giant and Whopper getting ready to serve
the evening meal.

"Right you are, Snap," answered Shep. "Even in the hottest of
weather I love to see the glare and the flickering shadows."

"I always think of good stories and plenty to eat when I see a camp
fire," came from Giant.

"Well, I reckon we are going to have the eating, even if we don't
have the stories," said the doctor's son.