Then they contemplated their work again with satisfaction.
But Paul suddenly began to look rueful.
"If we have to pay out part of our clothes every time we get a dinner we soon won't have any left," he said.
Henry only laughed.
It was now near sunset, and, as they had worked hard they would have been thankful for supper, but there was none to be thankful for, and they were too tired to fish again.

So they concluded to go to sleep, which their hard work made very easy, and dream of abundant harvests on the morrow.
They gathered great armfuls of the fallen brushwood, littering the forest, and built a heap as high as their heads, which blazed and roared in a splendid manner, sending up, too, a column of smoke that rose far above the trees and trailed off in the blue sky.
It was a most cheerful bonfire, and it was a happy thought for the boys to build it, even aside from its uses as a signal, as the coming of night in the wilderness is always most lonesome and weird.
They lay down near each other on the soft turf, and Henry watched the red sun sink behind the black forest in the west.

The strange, sympathetic feeling for the wilderness again came into his mind.

He thought once more of the mysterious regions that lay beyond the line where the black and red met.

He could live in the woods, he was living now without arms, even, and if he only had his rifle and ammunition he could live in luxury.