"Pooh, as if we haven't done that!" cried Tom. "I shouldn't like anything better than to go out into the woods for a month."
By the time the shelter was in readiness for the night, the supper was cooked, and all sat around the campfire to partake of the meal. A certain part of it had been slightly burnt, but to this nobody paid attention, although it would have been noticed if this had occurred at home or at a hotel. But camping out makes such a difference, doesn't it, boys?
"Supposing some wild animals came along to eat us up?" said Sam when they were finishing their meal.
"Are there any wild animals around here?" questioned Songbird.
"I am sure I don't know. There may be bobcats in the timber."
"Vot is a popcat?" asked Hans.
"It's a kind of a wildcat—very strong and very fierce."
"Of dot peen der case, I ton't vonts to meet Mr. Popcat."
"I don't think any of us want to meet such a beast," said Tom. *ls anybody to stay on guard to-night?"
"Don't ask me—I'm too dead tired," said Dick promptly.
