The Boy Chums in the Forest (Esprios Classics)

Night had fallen upon a wild Florida forest and all was still save for the hooting of a distant owl and the occasional plaintive call of a whip-poor-will. In a little clearing by the side of a faint bridle-path a huge fire of fat pine knots roared and crackled lighting up the small cleared space and throwing its flickering rays in amongst the dark gloomy pines.