"Be at the hotel by half-past five o'clock, won't you ?" "Without fail," Dick smiled back, "unless circumstances beyond our control prevent us." Good-byes were eagerly called, Dr.Bentley warmly expressing his thanks to Reade and Hazelton for their assistance.

Then, with a warning honk, the big car started away.
Then all hands turned upon Dick.

"Prescott, why on earth did you let us in for a dinner and dance to-morrow night ?" quivered Greg.
"Look at us---the only outside clothes we have with us!" exploded Danny Grin.
"We're frights!" chimed in Dave.
"We'll disgrace the girls," blurted Tom, "unless in the meantime we can find some real tramps with whom to trade clothes." "We'll feel ashamed enough to drop, when we get among civilized folks," moaned Harry.
"This is a fine chance to prove or disprove Tom's theory that a fellow ought to feel most at home in his old working clothes," chuckled Dick.
"Was that why you did it---accepted that dinner and dance invitation ?" gasped Dave.
"Partly," laughed Prescott.
"I won't go!" flared Reade, his face showing red under its heavy coat of tan.
"Oh, yes, you will," Dick insisted, "or else admit that you perjured yourself when you idealized your working duds this morning." "And are you really going to-morrow night ?" Greg insisted.
"I certainly am," young Prescott affirmed.
That was too much of a poser for the other members of Dick & Co.
Nothing more was said on the subject, though the five boys did considerable thinking.
Toward five o'clock they came in sight of Ashbury.

A few minutes later they had reached a point where the highway turned into one of the streets of the town.
Here a uniformed bell-boy from the Ashbury Terraces Hotel approached them.
"Is Mr.Prescott in this party ?" he inquired.
"That's my name," Dick answered.
"Then I am requested by Dr.Bentley to guide you to a camping place inside the Terraces' grounds," replied the bell-boy.

"Dr.Bentley has arranged it with the manager." This was a surprise, indeed, but Dick & Co.