"
"That's an idea. Suppose we go over and find out?"
"Yes, but where is it?"
"I don't know. But we won't find it if we stand here."
They started off again, this time exercising more caution as to
where their feet touched. They had not gone far before they came
upon some men who were driving small stakes in the ground,
marking out the spot where one of the tents was to be pitched.
"Can you tell us where the cook tent is going up?" asked Phil
politely.
"North side of the field," grunted the man, not very
good-naturedly.
"Which way is north?"
"Get a compass, get a compass," was the discourteous answer.
"He's a grouch. Come along," urged Teddy Tucker.
A few moments later, attracted by a light that looked like a
fire, the lads hurried toward it.
"Where will we find the cook tent?" questioned Phil again.
"Right here," was the surprising answer.
"What time will it be ready?"
"About seven o'clock. What's the matter, hungry?"
"More cold than hungry," replied Phil, his teeth chattering.
"Got to get used to that. Come here. I've got something that
will doctor you up in no time," announced the man in a cheerful
voice, so different from the answers the lads had received to
their questions that morning, that they were suddenly imbued with
new courage.
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