Had he built that beautiful fire for nothing?
"We ought to have brought along something raw," said he.

"It is ridiculous eating a cold dinner, with a splendid fire like that." "We might catch some fish," said Kate; "we should have to cook _them_." "Yes," said Harry, "but I brought no lines." So, as there was nothing else to be done, they ate their dinner cold, and when they had finished, Kate cleared off the table by giving the napkin a flirt, and they were ready for work again.

But first they went to look for a spring, where they could get a drink.

In about half an hour they found a spring, and some wild plums, and some blackberries, and a grape-vine (which would surely be full of grapes in the fall, and was therefore a vine to be remembered), and a stone, which Kate was quite certain was an Indian arrow-head, and some tracks in the white sand, which must have been made by some animal or other, although neither of them was able to determine exactly what animal.
When they returned to the pine-tree, Kate took up her bag.

Harry followed her example, but somewhat slowly, as if he were thinking of something else.
"I tell you, Harry," said Kate, "suppose you take your gun and go along the creek and see what that was that made the tracks.