said, there were the two tents, and, on some earth and moss between them, a real camp fire was burning, while a man, dressed just as you have seen campers in pictures, was cooking something in a pot over the blaze.
In one tent a table was set for a meal, and while the Bobbsey twins and the others looked on, the two men and a boy, who made up the store camping party, put their food on the table and began to eat.
They acted as though they were in a real camp, and as though they were not being watched by hundreds of eyes. They talked among themselves, washed their dishes after the dinner and then shot at a target with a small rifle, which sent out real bullets.
The boys—Bert, Freddie and Laddie—liked this part very much.
"It certainly looks like the real thing," was Bert's remark. "And the best part of it is, everything is so new and clean."
"It makes me feel hungry to look at 'em eat," was Laddie's comment.
"Oh, look at them shoot at that target!" cried Freddie excitedly. "I'd like to do that."
