They were very busy for a while, for all sorts of things had to be transported from launch to land; cooking outfit, food, tent, cots, and a dozen other things at least. By six, Harmon, spurning the intricate camp stove they had brought, had a fire going between two dead logs and had begun the preparation of the evening meal. Pud and Tim, seated near by, watched anxiously. As a cook Harmon was still an unknown quantity. But their anxiety didn’t last long. Harmon didn’t know how to cook many things, but within his limitations he was a master. The dexterous way in which he cracked the eggs on the rim of the fry-pan without losing a drop of their contents and then deposited the unseparated yolks and whites in exactly the right place in the sizzling grease brought a sigh of relief from Pud and an anticipatory gleam into Tim’s blue eyes. After that they both ceased offering suggestions to the chef and just leaned back on their elbows and waited. They called it supper, but it had all the indications of dinner. There were bacon and eggs and baked beans and bread and butter and tea and bananas and cake. They didn’t need the bananas, perhaps, but Tim pointed out the undeniable fact that they were getting pretty soft and so they ate them to save them. After such a repast the job of putting up the tent didn’t appeal to them, but it had to be performed. And there was no use of waiting for assistance from Harmon, either, for Harmon had plenty to do in washing up the dishes. So, rather half-heartedly and with many protesting groans, they set about their task. Of course the guy-ropes were snarled and knotted, just as guy-ropes always are, and there were four pegs missing, and the ridgepole didn’t want to fit onto the uprights. But they conquered in the end, and set the two cots up inside――although not before Tim had squeezed a finger painfully in the process――and made their beds. When they were done it was still daylight, although the sun was resting on the tips of the far-off pines. They cut some branches for Harmon and laid them on the ground at a short distance from the tent and then spread a blanket over them. Harmon, through with his duties, looked on rather dubiously. ‘’Spose a bear come along an’ eat me,’ he suggested finally. ‘There aren’t any bears around here,’ said Pud reassuringly. ‘Besides, all you’ve got to do is yell.’ ‘Yes, sir, I sure goin’ do ’at,’ he answered convincingly.