Ho, Muky," he called to the old Indian, "cut this fellow up, will you?
I'll make camp." "Can we keep the skin ?" asked Rod.

"It's my first, you know, and--" "Of course we can.

Give us a hand with the fire, Rod; it will keep you from catching cold." In the excitement of making their first camp, Rod almost forgot that he was soaked to the skin, and that night was falling about them.

The first step was the building of a fire, and soon a great, crackling, almost smokeless blaze was throwing its light and heat for thirty feet around.
Wabi now brought blankets from the canoe, stripped off a part of his own clothes, made Rod undress, and soon had that youth swathed in dry togs, while his wet ones were hung close up to the fire.

For the first time Rod saw the making of a wilderness shelter.