I can spare half a dozen knives from the shop that are better than anything you carry in your pockets.

Oh, we'll rush this business along fast." Six utterly happy high school boys reported at Hiram Driggs' stable at six o'clock the next morning.

They harnessed the horses, put the grindstone in the wagon and all climbed aboard.

Two seats held them all, and there was room for a load of bark, besides, several times as large as Dick & Co.

could carry on their backs.
Work went lightly that day! The shop knives cut far better than pocket knives could do, and the stone was at hand for sharpening.
Six laughing and not very tired boys piled aboard the wagon that afternoon, with what looked like a "mountain" of prime birch bark roped on.
For seven more working days Dick & Co.