repeated the plot they had heard Dodge and Bayliss unfold that noon.
"Hang those two heathens!" sputtered Tom Reade indignantly.
"Oh, I'm glad they're coming," laughed Dick.

"All I hope is that nothing will happen to keep them from coming to-night." Then Dick outlined his plan.

Tom Read, after listening for a few moments, lay on the ground, rolling over and over in his glee.
"Wow! But won't that be great ?" demanded Greg, laughing until the tears ran from his eyes.
"Say, we mustn't talk any more now.

We must eat supper, and then get ready if we're to play the reception committee successfully tonight." At a very early hour, considering the lateness of the evening meal, Reade, with his knack in woodwork, and with no other tool than his jackknife, had fashioned the stocks for two "rifles." These Hazelton carefully treated with mud from the lake so as to give them a dark color.
"If the guns are seen by the light of the campfire, the stocks and barrels ought to be of different colors," Dick explained.
Dave was now fashioning two straight sticks into semblance of rifle barrels.

These were lightly treated with mud and fastened to the two stocks.