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You had better get one." He thanked her and went for it. Piute was eating his supper, and the peon had just come in. The bright campfire was agreeable, yet Hare did not feel cold. But he wrapped himself in a blanket and returned to Mescal and sat beside her. The desert lay indistinct in the foreground, inscrutable beyond; the canyon lost its line in gloom.
The Pony Rider Boys' campfire, however, was blazing up brightly, they having built up a large fire on purpose to attract the attention of the men who had made the smoke signals from the low mountain peak, low in comparison with the ten and fifteen thousand feet ranges about them. The boys turned in at midnight, a late hour for them, and were sound asleep within two minutes thereafter.
You say we have coffee ugh, much good, and we not forget," and not waiting to receive additional assurance he raised his hand to his mouth and gave vent to a series of sharp barks or yelps that must have been an eagerly awaited signal conveying good news to his mates, for immediately the whole bunch started for the campfire of the three boys.
There would likely be plenty of opportunities for doing this aboard, later, and they could not resist that chance for an open campfire. Bluff was assisted by Jerry in getting the first supper. It turned out to be appetizing.
A FACE haunted Cameron a woman's face. It was there in the white heart of the dying campfire; it hung in the shadows that hovered over the flickering light; it drifted in the darkness beyond.
They smoked, and spat, and squatted on their heels in the Indian taciturnity of their kind when for some reason they withhold their approval. That evening, however, Bob happened to be lying at the campfire next two of the older men. As usual, he smoked in unobtrusive silence, content to be ignored if only the men would act in their accustomed way, and not as before a stranger.
While the fish cooked and the boys sat in the protecting smudge of the campfire, the sound of paddles was heard up the river. The swish and splash came on steadily for a moment and then suddenly ceased. "I thought we were going to have company," suggested Will. The boys listened for a time but no further sounds were heard. "Now what would any one be doing in this wilderness?" Sandy asked.
On his hunts when he built his campfire at night he gathered the dogs around him and singled out for especial favors those whose achievements had merited distinction during the day. Following a custom that in those days prevailed among owners of hunting-hounds, the dog that proved himself the leader of the pack while on a hunt was decorated with a ribbon or some emblem upon the collar.
"And then I'll knock off and start up a campfire." "When you do that be careful and not set fire to the woods," said Belle. "Papa is very much afraid of fire." "I don't blame him," put in Roger. "A fire out here would do a terrible amount of damage." The boys and Belle were soon busy fishing, in the pool and along the lower part of the river.
"Oh, pshaw! why can't I sleep?" murmured the shipowner's son to himself in disgust, and then out of curiosity he looked at his watch. By the glare from the campfire he saw that it was nearly one o'clock. He was just straightening out again when a peculiar rustling among the horses caught his ears. He listened for a moment, then sat up straight. "Something doesn't suit them," he reasoned.
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