like."

"The coffee is all made, but cold, in these bottles," explained
Hiram, fishing out two from the accommodation basket.

There were both trees and bushes near by. Hiram gathered some dry
branches and roots and soon had a comfortable little campfire
going. He poured out the coffee from the bottles into a tin water
pail, and soon had it steaming hot. Sandwiches and some bakery
stuff Dave had bought at Ironton made a very satisfactory meal.
Then they spread some wraps over a heap of dried grass, which they
gathered up without much trouble. They rested in luxurious ease,
watching the bright, snapping fire glow and feeling its genial
warmth.

"Well, this is just like Robinson Crusoe, isn't it, Dave?" asked
Hiram, with an air of great comfort.

"If you are a man Friday, then," rejoined the young aviator with a
smile, "you scout around in the morning and see if there are any
breaks in these great walls of rock shutting us in."

"Oh, then you're not counting an leaving here again by the air
route?" inquired Hiram in some surprise.

"Not in daylight. I want to find some other way out for that. You
see," explained Dave, "this is just an ideal spot as a rendezvous.
I want to get over to the city tomorrow, though, to attend to some
important business."