PEDDLER HINMAN'S NEXT APPEARANCE Camp was made at half-past four that afternoon, nineteen miles having been covered.

The tent was pitched in a bit of woods, not far from the road, permission from the owner having been secured.
Dave had asked the owner if they might picket the horse out to graze, but Dick had instantly objected.
"We don't want to feed our hired horse on green grass if we're going to work him hard." "That's right," agreed the farmer, so twenty cents' worth of hay was purchased, to be added to the feed of oats.
"It's some fun to travel this way when we know we have money enough to pay our way like men," Tom Reade remarked exultingly.
For Dick & Co.

were well supplied with funds.

As told in the preceding volume in this series, they had, during July, realized enough from the sale of black bass and brook trout to enable them to have a thoroughly good time during this present month of August.
"Oh, Hazy!" called Reade, when it became time to think of supper.
"Here," reported Harry, rising from a cot in the tent and coming outside.
"It's time for you and Dan to rustle the firewood and bring in more water," Reade went on.
"All right," agreed Hazelton.

"Where's Dan ?" Where, indeed, was Dalzell?
That soon became a problem for all five of the other boys.