Danny Grin was nowhere in sight.
"Dan! Oh, Dan!" Dave shouted.
"Where is that grinning monkey of a football player ?" demanded Tom in disgust.

"Did any of you fellows see him go away from camp ?" It turned out that none of them had.
"It isn't like Dalzell to run away from his share of the work, either," added Greg Holmes.
"If he won't stay and do his share toward getting supper, then he ought to be passed up at table," grumbled Darrin.
"Before we pass sentence," proposed Dick, "won't it be better to wait and find out whether he's guilty of shirking this time ?" "I suppose it would be better," Darrin admitted.
So the boys continued their preparations.
"What shall we have for the main thing to eat to-night ?" Dick inquired, after supper preparations were well under way.
"Canned corned beef ?" suggested Greg.
"That would be about as good as anything," Tom nodded.

"It means two salted meats in one day, but this country is well supplied with water." "We can't ask Danny Grin's preference this evening," Dick laughed.
"I wonder what Dan would like, anyway ?" "Who's taking my name in vain ?" demanded a laughing voice, as Dalzell appeared between the trees.
"Oh, you-----" "Shirk!" Reade had been about to add, when Danny held up a fat string of fish.

These were horned-pouts, sometimes called "bull-heads." "How many ?" asked Dick promptly.
"Nineteen---one for every mile we made in getting close to the creek," Dan rejoined.
"Great!" cried Greg.

"We haven't had any fish, either, since we returned from our trip to the second lake." "How do you cook bull-heads ?" Dave wondered aloud.
"With the aid of fire," Hazy informed him with an air of superior knowledge.
"But I mean---I mean------" uttered Darry disgustedly, "how do you prepare bull-heads for cooking ?" "First of all, you clean 'em, as in the case of any other fish," proclaimed Tom Reade.