"We go west, over Main Street.

We must start promptly, for we have sixteen miles to go to our first camp at the second lake in the Cheney Forest." "Do you hear that ?" whispered Bert.

"The idiots have given us their full route! We can leave at four in the morning, and won't have to follow 'em at all.

We can be there ahead of time, and have all the lines laid." "Somehow," sounded Dave Darrin's voice, "I have a hunch, fellows, that we're going to have the finest time we ever had in our lives." "We would have," sighed Tom Reade, "if it weren't for that push cart." "At four o'clock this afternoon, then, and be prompt," called Dick, preparing to leave the others.
"Wait a moment," urged Dave.
"What's the matter ?" inquired Dick, halting.
"Tom's just on the point of telling us what really happened to him last night," smiled Darry.
"Humph!" grunted Reade, walking briskly away.
"I can tell what's going to happen to 'em all on some other nights," whispered Bert Dodge in his friend's ear.
"To get square with those muckers, who drove us out of Gridley High School and out of town is my only excuse for living at present," sniffed Bayliss..