ROBINSON CRUSOE, JR.


"There you are," said Giraffe, presently.

"Why, that shelf of rock looks just like it was meant to keep the rain
off," declared Step Hen, delighted at the prospect.

"Hold on," Bumpus advised.

"What ails you now?" Giraffe wanted to know.

"Why, you see," the stout boy went on to say, "she looks kinder dark and
gloomy under that same rock."

"But it won't after I get a fire started; you see the night's beginning
to settle down already," Giraffe told him.

"How d'ye know there ain't somethin' ahiding in there?" demanded Bumpus.

At that the lengthy scout laughed scornfully. "Oh! that's the way the
wind blows, does it? Well, you watch me eat your old wolf up. I'm
hungry enough right now to eat anything, I reckon."

Few of them could remember when Giraffe was anything but starving, for
he always had that appetite of his along, and working overtime.

He immediately crawled under the ledge, for the shelf of rock was not
high enough to admit of his standing erect.