"Seems to be all right," admitted Bumpus.

"Of course it is, though I kind o' think a wolf, if he showed good
taste, would let me alone, and wait for you, Bumpus," Giraffe called
back.

They hastened to deposit their burdens under the shelving rock.

"Now, Thad, don't you think it'd be a good idea to have everybody
hustle, and collect what fuel we could?" the fire-maker asked.

"As it's apt to rain any, time now," answered the scout-master, "and
we'll be glad to have a fire all night, it seems as though we'd show our
good sense by gathering wood while we have the chance."

"That's the ticket! You hear Thad speaking, fellows, so get busy."

Giraffe showed them how by immediately starting in to collect such wood
as lay conveniently at hand.

"Pile it up here, where it'll keep dry, and we can get what we need from
time to time," he told them.

Many hands make light work, and as the entire half dozen boys busied
themselves like a pack of beavers, before long they had accumulated such
a pile of good dry fuel as pleased Giraffe exceedingly.

"That's what I call a hunky-dory lot of wood," he finally declared, when
Thad had announced the they must surely have enough to see them through