He stole down to the corner of the log structure, gazing at what was left of the shack blaze.

There was but little of that.
Then Prescott ran around the cabin.
"Nobody in sight," he reported.

"The rowdy crowd has gone home--or probably up to Hen's uncle's house.

We won't see 'em again to-night." "Let's go to bed, then," proposed Tom.

"If they come back they can't get in without making a noise that will wake us." "Bed will be a first rate idea," nodded Dick, "as soon as we have got in some wood and water." This took barely ten minutes.