They have mattresses and bed clothes in the bunks, a carpet and rugs on the floor, camp chairs and stools enough for the whole party, and they sit here of evenings and crack hickory-nuts and tell stories and have boss times." "It's almost a pity to break up their fun." "It's a greater pity that Don should take money out of our pockets and put it into those of that beggar, Dave Evans," answered Bob, spitefully.
"That's so," said Lester, who grew angry every time he thought of it.
"Set her agoing!" That was a matter of no difficulty.

There was an abundance of dry fuel and kindling wood in the little closet under the chimney, and some of the latter was quickly whittled into shavings by the aid of Bob's pocket knife, Lester standing by and burning matches to light him at his work.

More kindling wood was placed upon the shavings, dry stove wood was piled upon the top of this, then the slats in the bunks, the table and every other movable thing in the cabin that would burn was thrown on, and Bob took a match in his hand and extended another to his companion.
"You light one side and I'll light the other," said he.

"Then you can't say I did it, and I can't say you did it!" The matches blazed up on opposite sides at the same instant.

The flames made rapid progress, and by the time the boys had closed the door and got into the boat, they were roaring and crackling at a great rate.