"I think the best thing we can do," said Snap, "is to stay around
here somewhere and start a good big camp-fire. If we try to get
back to our camp we may get lost and also take our death of cold.
The quicker we start a fire the better it will be for us."
"All right, start a fire," said Whopper. "But it is going to be
no easy matter---with all the wood so wet."
"Look yonder, boys!" cried Giant. "Am I mistaken, or do I see
a light?"
"It certainly is a light," said Shep, looking in the direction
pointed out---a place quite a distance from the lake. "Maybe
some other campers are around."
"I hope so," said Snap. "Perhaps we can get something to eat."
All were hungry as well as cold, and the idea of a meal appealed
to them strongly. Snap led the way through the low brushwood in
the direction of the camp-fire, which was burning under a series of
overhanging rocks.
"Let me see what sort of a place it is first," warned Snap, as they
drew closer. "We don't want to run into any tramps or worse."
Nobody appeared to be around the camp-fire, which was burning
brightly in spite of the rain and wind.
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