There won't be much to do in camp after, the dishes are washed." "But it's rather a shame to leave you alone," hinted Greg wistfully.
He wanted, with all his heart, to see some of the rare sport that Dick had described, but he didn't want to be unfair to anyone.
"I won't be lonesome," protested Hazelton.

"We have some good books along, and I can read one of them." "But what if the camp should be molested ?" asked Greg.

"You know, there is at least the Man with the Haunting Face, and there may be others." "Whoever tries to molest this camp will be molested in his turn, I promise you," laughed Harry.

"I'm no weakling, so run right along, Holmesy.

Even if serious trouble should arise, I have this, you know." He produced a long-barreled fish horn that he had used in celebrating the night before the Fourth of July.
"Two or three loud blasts on this bugle would carry a long way, and you fellows would know what I wanted," finished Hazelton.
"All right, then, I'll go," said Greg, his face beaming.
"We've trout flies in plenty, you know," Dick went on, "but we've only two poles that are suited to trouting, so we'll have to take turns." "You may keep one pole all the time.