A folded tarpaulin was laid between the pine and the fire, well in the light and warmth, and upon it the men set steaming pots and plates and cups, the fragrance from which was strong and inviting.
"Fetch the saddle-blanket an' set with your backs to the fire," said Roy.
Later, when the girls were tucked away snugly in their blankets and sheltered from the rain, Helen remained awake after Bo had fallen asleep.

The big blaze made the improvised tent as bright as day.

She could see the smoke, the trunk of the big pine towering aloft, and a blank space of sky.

The stream hummed a song, seemingly musical at times, and then discordant and dull, now low, now roaring, and always rushing, gurgling, babbling, flowing, chafing in its hurry.
Presently the hunter and his friend returned from hobbling the horses, and beside the fire they conversed in low tones.
"Wal, thet trail we made to-day will be hid, I reckon," said Roy, with satisfaction.
"What wasn't sheeped over would be washed out.

We've had luck.