"Don't you think we've got enough to do with getting him and the
provisions up, without throwing down the rest of our stuff?" sniffed
Ned. "You must think we have an easy job ahead of us. Well, if you
think that you're wrong; we haven't."

They got to work at once, unloading their tents. The canvas was soon
spread out on the ground, ropes laid in place and folding cots placed
where they belonged. The next task was to cut some tent poles, which
was quickly accomplished. Shortly afterwards, the little tents sprang
up, and the boys busied themselves with making them inhabitable.

While they were doing this, Professor Zepplin had busied himself with
gathering firewood. He had trouble in finding enough dry stuff to
answer their purpose. Walter remembered having seen some in a gully a
short distance away.

"I know where it is. I'll go fetch it as soon as we have finished
here," he said.

"Very well, Walter. I have enough here to start the supper with."

Having done all that was necessary to the tent for the time being,
Walter Perkins ran off to get the wood for the night fire, while Ned,
having found a spider, prepared to cook the supper.

Out of the packs he had drawn a small package that looked good to him.
He opened it and uttered a shout.

"Will we starve to-night? I guess not," he laughed, waving the
contents of the package above his head.