were in high spirits this hot July morning.
Weeks before, when first planning this trip, all had begun to "save up" toward outfits of khaki, leggings and all, and blue flannel shirts.

These khaki clothes made the most serviceable of all camping costumes.
"I begin to feel like a soldier," laughed Dick contentedly.
"So do I," agreed Tom Reade.

"I feel like a poor dub of a soldier who has been sent to march across a continent on the line of the equator.

I believe eggs would cook in any of my pockets!" "Cut out all the grumbling and the discomfort talk," warned Dave Darrin.
"Well, I don't know that I need to grumble, if you can feel contented behind that old cart," laughed Reade.

"How does it go, Darry ?" "I haven't begun to notice, as yet," replied Dave coolly.
Tom eyed him suspiciously.
"Darry," he remarked presently, "you're talented." "In what way ?" Dave inquired.
"You're one of the most talented fibbers I ever encountered.
You've been pushing that cart all of four minutes, and you pretend that you don't notice the work." "I expected to work when I left home," Darrin informed him.