At noontime they cooked dinner. Bud was not nearly through his
repairs, though he declared that he was making satisfactory progress
and would have the model in as good shape as ever long before
evening set in.
"To-morrow we'll have another and convincing test!" he declared
positively, with something of the air of a conqueror about him. Hugh
noticed this with a smile, though he thought there was some excuse
for Bud's displaying a disposition to "crow."
All of the boys showed that they had their appetites along with them
on this trip, to judge by the rapid way in which the great heap of
splendid flapjacks made by Ralph disappeared, until only the empty
platter remained. But then, they were up here to enjoy themselves,
and what better way could they find of doing this than by feasting
on real camp cooking?
During the afternoon, Ralph and Hugh spent some more of their time
in making discoveries. The former young trapper had a host of
reminiscences to fall back on, now that he was located close to the
scenes of many of his previous excursions in search of fur and feather.
"See that tree lying there chopped down?" he asked Hugh, as they came
upon a pretty fairsized specimen of the forest monarch, which, after
being put to the ax, had broken many limbs off when it crashed down.
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