"And you don't want another? Is that it?"

"Not I."

"Don't know as I blame you. Well, if you don't want to run, just
stand in one place and jump up and down. Whip your hands, and
you'll see how soon it will start your blood to circulating,"
advised Phil, who immediately proceeded to put his own theory
into execution. "That feel better?"

"Yes, some," replied Teddy, rather doubtfully. "But I could be
warmer. I wonder what time the cook tent will be up."

"That's an idea. Suppose we go over and find out?"

"Yes, but where is it?"

"I don't know. But we won't find it if we stand here."

They started off again, this time exercising more caution as to
where their feet touched. They had not gone far before they came
upon some men who were driving small stakes in the ground,
marking out the spot where one of the tents was to be pitched.

"Can you tell us where the cook tent is going up?" asked Phil
politely.

"North side of the field," grunted the man, not very
good-naturedly.