Glenn, accustomed to working hard on Ms. Dotta's homestead, didn't seem to mind chopping and gathering wood for their campfire. He found some that was suitably dry, chopping and splitting it into nice sized pieces to last through the night. "Your head feelin' any better, Roan?" he asked as he dropped an armload of wood next to the firepit and began gathering some dry leaves, tree bark, and small twigs to use for tinder. It wasn't long before he had small flames cracking and popping cheerily. 

"You think Peyton and Dax might be after the treasure too," he asked, perhaps finally realizing the reason the cousins had started trouble with them earlier.