in concert.
"Then we'll have one, as soon as I can call my men in," replied
Mr. Ross cheerfully. "I'm bound to get some good out of the dead
cattle."
"We'll want a lot of firewood for that, won't we?" asked Dick,
his eyes gleaming.
"More than a little," nodded Mr. Ross. "And big wood, at that."
"Dave, you and Tom had better take the axes and get some real
wood," Prescott called. "Harry and Dan will help you and bring
it in. Where shall we put the wood, Mr. Ross?"
"In the middle of the burnt clearing will be better," replied
the cattle owner. "Then the fire won't have a chance to spread
in any direction. Besides, you won't want the heat of a great
fire too close to your camp. After the meat is cooked we can
bring it over here. Have you boys plenty of canned vegetables
and the like?"
"Plenty, sir," Dick answered cheerily, though his heart sank a
trifle as he thought of how the cattle owner and his helpers might
clean out their stock.
Dick and Greg busied themselves with carrying over to the clearing
such things as Mr. Ross said that they would need. Then it was
decided that the vegetables should be cooked at the camp.
"Let me see your stock of provisions and perhaps I may get another
idea," proposed the cattle owner.
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