They took off part of their clothing, hanging it before the fire, and when it was dry and warm put it on again.

Then they served the rest the same way, and by and by they wore nothing but warm garments.
"I guess two such terrible fighters as you," said Ross to Henry and Paul, "wouldn't mind a bite to eat.

I've allers heard tell as how the Romans after they had fought a good fight with them Carthaginians or Macedonians or somebody else would sit down an' take some good grub into their insides, an' then be ready for the next spat." "Will we eat?
will we eat?
Oh, try us, try us," chanted Henry and Paul in chorus, their mouths stretching simultaneously into wide grins, and Ross grinned back in sympathy.
The revulsion had come for the two boys.

After so much danger and suffering, the sense of safety and the warmth penetrating their bones made them feel like little children, and they seized each other in a friendly scuffle, which terminated only when they were about to roll into the fire.

Then they ate venison as if they had been famished.
Afterwards, when they were asleep on their blankets before the fire, Ross said to Mr.Pennypacker: "They did well, for youngsters." "They certainly did, Mr.Ross," said the master.