I'll be right along with the other fellows." Tom and Dave started along the forest path, each carrying a tire slung over one shoulder.
Dick, darting back, brought up the other fellows.

All took a gleeful look at the red Smattach as they passed, then hurried on.
Down to a level bit of ground at the lakeside Dick led the last of his friends.

Tom and Dave were already there, the two pneumatic tires standing against the trunk o a tree.
Dick's first move was to take a rope from the cart.

This, after being passed through the rubber tires, was tied between two trees, clothesline fashion.
"Now, let's rustle all the stuff off the cart," urged Dick.

"Be quick about it.