As these young campers glanced about them it seemed as though they possessed a wealth of camping material---far more than they had ever dreamed of owning.
The tent, twelve feet by twenty, and eleven feet high at the ridgepole, with six-foot walls, was their greatest single treasure.

It had cost thirty-five dollars, and had been bought from the nearest large city.
"We'll get the tent up first," called Reade.
"Of course," smiled Dave.

"That's all you're boss of anyway, Tom." "Come on, then, and spread the canvas out," Tom ordered.

"Bring it over this way.

We want it under the trees at the edge of the clearing.