If Mosher planned to come again he would find a "committee" waiting to receive him.
There were more supplies, too, to guard now than there had been.
On the morning after Dick's encounter, a farmer had driven into camp.

His wagon had been well laden with all manner of canned food supplies, even to tins of French mushrooms.

These had come from Alonzo Hibbert, with a note of thanks for the entertainment of himself and friends.
"These provisions are mighty welcome," Prescott had remarked at the time, "but I'm not sure but that I would rather have Hibbert himself here---I've so much to tell him." "He'll come, in time, when he gets your letter at the Eagle House," Reade had answered, for Dick had told all his chums his suspicions regarding young Mosher.
"What are we to do this afternoon ?" asked Dave, seating himself beside Prescott as three of the chums started for the swimming pool.
"Gymnastics," Dick replied.

"Especially bar work.

And some boxing, of course." "You ought to be excused from boxing for the present," grinned Darry.