He learned that it was a fine, modern hotel, accommodating about one hundred and fifty guests.

It was just on the edge of the good roads, Dr.Bentley explained; this side of the hotel no roads worthy of the name existed.

Dick was very thoughtful after receiving the information, for he had something on his mind.
"How about that chauffeur of yours, doctor ?" asked Dave suddenly.
"Oh, we left him with a comfortable luncheon," replied Dr.Bentley.
"He can't leave the car, you know." "Will you take him two or three trout, sir ?" urged Dick.
"And a bass, sir ?" added Reade.
"We'll wait for him to eat them in the car," replied the physician, "provided the poor fellow hasn't gorged himself on plainer food and has no room left for real fare like this." When the time came that the guests must really leave, five of the boys accompanied the party to the road.

Hazelton remained to watch the camp.
"Now, let's hustle!" urged Dick, as the car rolled out of sight.
"When we get back to camp we have many long hours of work to do." "Work of what kind ?" inquired Tom.
"First of all," replied Prescott, with his most mysterious air, "we are going to build, close to camp, a make-believe ice-box.
Then we're going to fill the box with ice." "And what will all that be for ?" Dave wanted to know.
"If you can't guess now," smiled young Prescott, his eyes gleaming, "you'll soon begin to see daylight through my plan! I don't know---but I believe that the plan I have in mind is going to work out in great shape!".