THE NO-BREAKFAST PLAN "Let's get the tent down, fellows," Dick called.

"Greg is loading the bedding on to the wagon now." "Haven't, you forgotten something ?" Danny Grin asked.
"What ?" challenged Dick smilingly.
"Well, a little thing like breakfast, for instance ?" "We don't get that until after we've had our swim," Prescott rejoined cheerily.
"I suppose that's all right," observed Tom, his jaw dropping.
"Still, in that case, Mr.Trainer, why didn't you camp nearer to a stream ?" "The nearest stream fit for swimming is two miles from here," Dick replied.

"At least, that's what I judge from the map." "There's the creek the bull-heads came from," suggested Hazelton hopefully.

"That's close at hand." "I know it is," Dick replied, "but I've had a look at it.

That creek is both shallow and muddy.