They finally settled down and tried to sleep. Bud seemed to find
little difficulty in forgetting all his troubles and triumphs, for
his heavy breathing quickly announced that he was dead to the world.
With the other two it was a more protracted task, and possibly they
turned over as many as half a dozen times before surrendering
drowsily to the god of slumber.
There was no further trouble during the balance of that night, the
second they had spent in the old shack. Saturday morning dawned
with a clear sky, and it looked as though the day might be a
repetition of the two previous ones. This gratified the scouts
very much, for no matter how seasoned a camper may be, the weather
has considerable to do with his enjoyment. If rain continues to
pour down, there is very little pleasure to be found in spending
hours or days under canvas or the leaking roof of a cabin, wishing
in vain for a break in the weeping clouds. And so the three lads
expressed themselves as contented when they broke out from the
shelter of the shack on that morning and found the conditions so
favorable.
Bud hoped to make another try with his model before noon, since they
expected to be on the move shortly afterward.
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