Bluff was swinging his
blanket vigorously, and thrashing the fire with it effectively; though he
might later on have some difficulty in getting rid of the smudges that
this process necessarily produced.
"Victory!" shouted Jerry, when the last vestige of the fire had
gone under.
Bluff threw his blanket around his shoulders and strutted about with the
air of a conqueror;
"They have to get up early in the morning if they expect to beat us,'' he
said, proudly.
"Talk about your hot times, that was a scorcher!" cried Jerry.
"But I'm beginning to shiver now all right; and I advise every one to
crawl into his clothes in a hurry. Then we can talk it over. It's a
mighty suspicious thing, that's what," remarked Frank.
They were only too glad to take his advice, and shortly after the four
gathered around the revived campfire to exchange opinions.
They were a pretty smutty-looking crowd; but Jerry declared that those
marks were medals of honor.
"Now, if we had all been like Will here, and each rushed for his
possessions, the camp would have been a-goner," he remarked, with a
reproachful look.
"That's all right, fellows, and under any other conditions I would have
been one of the first to assist; but I'm the official photographer of the
expedition, and the guardian of those splendid films that must perpetuate
our camping trip, for posterity," he explained.
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