“Well, fellows,” Teddy said, “we’ll soon be resting and eating. But we can’t loaf until noon tomorrow. We’ve got to get up early and chase after that deer. That is, if we want to catch him and find out why he’s roaming around here, where deer don’t belong. “Of course if you fellows want to give up,” said Teddy after a pause, “I can’t make you stick at it. But--” “There are no ‘buts’ about it,” Joe interrupted quickly. “Of course we’ll stick with you. What about it, Dick?” “Oh, sure. Only I was wondering what Teddy expects to find out after we catch the deer--if we do. Think he’ll talk after we capture him, Teddy?” “No,” Teddy laughed. “But he may have some mark on him that will help us trace where he came from and what he’s doing around here. Anyhow let’s catch him first and find out about him later.” “What we should do first is eat,” said Dick firmly. “Second the motion!” laughed Joe. “Motion carried!” announced Teddy. Mrs. Benson had put up rather a complete camping outfit for the boys. At least, it would serve for one night. There were blankets and some light cellophane coverings which could be used in case of rain. These cellophane coverings folded up into small, light packages. This left more room for food and a small cooking outfit. “If you fellows will get the water and wood, I’ll start to cook supper,” offered Teddy. “Fair enough!” cried Dick as he began to gather some dried driftwood from the banks of the stream. “Where’s the water pail?” asked Joe. “I saw a small spring back by that pile of rocks. I don’t fancy drinking water from this stream. It might not be clean.” In a short time Teddy had put up a small iron frame to hold a coffee pot and frying pan. The frame set over a bed of glowing coals from the burning driftwood, and in a short time the little camp smelled of frying bacon and eggs and boiling coffee. “Boy, am I hungry!” Dick announced, sniffing the air. “Teddy’s the best cook we ever had!” laughed Joe. “Somebody else has to get breakfast!” Teddy warned the others. “I’ll let Dick do it,” spoke Joe. “I always was a big-hearted chap,” he added with a laugh. After supper the boys made ready to spend the night in the open. There was no sign of rain and it was not cold. The cellophane coverings, between which the boys could crawl into their blankets, would keep away the dampness from the ground. “Are we going to keep watch?” asked Dick, when it was about time to turn in. “What for?” asked Teddy. “There’s no danger. We don’t need even to keep a fire going. We have our flashlights.” “There’ll be a moon later,” said Joe. “Then if the deer comes nosing around we can spot him,” suggested Dick. “But the way I feel now I’m going to do nothing but sleep.” “Same here,” echoed Joe. “I don’t believe the deer will bother us,” was Teddy’s opinion. “He’s likely as tired and sleepy as we are.”