"Something aboriginal," put in Gerald.
"I guess that's it," laughed Jack. "How about Mohicans?"
"I have it!" cried Pepper. "What's the matter with Uncas?"
"Who were they?" asked Dick.
"It wasn't they," replied Pepper, "it was him. Don't you remember
he was the last of the Mohicans."
"That's a very good name," commended the colonel.
"Then Uncas it is," agreed the boys.
"Now that you have agreed upon a name," continued the colonel,
"what do you say to having a real Scout dinner in the woods?"
"That s-strikes me favorably," exclaimed Pepper.
"Then if you will make a fire I will go on a hunting expedition
and see what game I can secure," said the colonel. "Better get to
work, boys, for I won't be long. You will find some meal and salt
in the shack, Rand, to make some bread."
"All right," responded the boys, "we will have everything ready
when you get back."
The boys fell to work at once, Jack and Don gathering the wood for
the fire, while Rand and Pepper mixed the dough for the bread, Dick
and Gerald agreeing to do the cleaning up afterwards.
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