G. Then Rawson explained how they had been waiting for Joe to appear on the scene. "What have you got there, Joe?" he finally asked, pointing to a brisk little fire and a pile of flat stones heating therein. "Got heap plenty fine fish," answered Joe. "We have dinner here on island, what?" "All right. Lend me this old canoe, and I'll go and get the boys and bring them over, while you are cooking the fish." This was done; and when all had dressed and piled into the canoe, a jolly and hungry party gathered on the island. Joe showed them how to broil the fish on the hot stones; they brought out their sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs, and milk, and all "fell to" with a keen appetite. Joe remembered seeing Ralph at the market in Oakvale, and he grunted approvingly when informed that Ralph was to be a visitor at camp. They paddled across the lake and began the journey through the woods on the southern shore. But they had not gone far when they were overtaken by a thunderstorm, which drove them to the shelter of a cave at the base of a cliff forming one side of a broad ravine. The rain fell in torrents, mingled with hail, the thunder rolled and reverberated among the hills, and the skies were riven by vivid flashes of lightning. Within the cave, however, they were snug and dry. "We're safe here," said Rawson, "and we'll camp here for the night." CHAPTER X CAMP LIFE After a long march through magnificent forests, along winding streams, up and down the sides of steep hills, the boys and th