"Girls, we'll take Dick right up to the hotel now, and sit and watch him while he writes and mails that letter." "Right!" came a prompt chorus.
"Come along, boys," added Susie, as the girls started away with their willing captive.
"Let Dave go," spoke up Tom.

"Some of us must stay behind and stand by our canoe.

It's valuable---to us!" So Darrin was shoved forward.

He and Prescott had walked a few yards when the latter stopped in sudden dismay.
"What's the matter ?" asked Clara.
"We are dressed all right for our own camp," Dick replied, glancing down at his flannel shirt, old trousers and well-worn pair of canvas "sneakers" on his feet.

"We didn't feel out of place in the canoe, either.