"You know, a boy scout promises to obey the law, and the game law is as much a law as any other." Arrived at the L wharf, the boys found the Flying Fish and Captain Hudgins' Barracuda waiting for them.

With much laughter they piled in--their light-heartedness and constant joking reminding such onlookers, as had ever seen the spectacle, of a band of real soldiers going to the front or embarking for foreign stations.
With three ear-splitting cheers and a final yell of, "Kr-ee-ee-ee-ee!" the little flotilla got under way.
They arrived at the camping ground at the northeast end of the island before noon, and found that the "pioneers" appointed by Rob had done their work well.

Each tent was placed securely on a level patch of sandy ground, cleared from brush and stamped flat.

The pegs were driven extra deep in anticipation of a gale, and an open cook tent, with flaps that could be fastened down in bad weather, stood to one side.
A small spring had been excavated by the pioneers, and an old barrel sunk in place, which had filled in the night and now presented sparkling depths of cool, clear water.
"I suppose that water is all right, captain ?" inquired Leader Rob, with a true officer's regard for his troops.
"Sweet as a butternut, son," rejoined the old man.

"Makes the sick strong and the strong stronger, as the medicine advertisements say." For the present, the cooking was to be done on a regular camp fire which was built between two green logs laid lengthwise and converging toward the end.