He felt rather nervous about venturing out when it was possible
for Mr. Lord or Mr. Castle to get hold of him again; and as the
weather was yet warm during the night, his camping place everything
that could be desired, and the stock of food likely to hold out, he
concluded that he had better remain there for two days at least,
and then he would be reasonably sure that if either of the men
whom he so dreaded to see had remained behind for the purpose of
catching him, he would have got tired out and gone on.
This point decided upon, the next was to try to fix up something
soft for a bed. He had his pocketknife with him, and in his little
valley were pine and hemlock trees in abundance. From the tips of
their branches he knew that he could make a bed as soft and fragrant
as any that could be thought of, and he set to work at once, while
Mr. Stubbs continued his antics above his head.
After about two hours' steady work he had cut enough of the tender
branches to make himself a bed into which he and the monkey could
burrow and sleep as comfortably as if they were in the softest bed
in Uncle Daniel's house.
When Toby first began to cut the boughs he had an idea that he
might possibly make some sort of a hut; but the two hours' work
had blistered his hands, and he was perfectly ready to sit down
and rest, without the slightest desire for any other kind of a hut
than that formed by the trees themselves.
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