Now, here we are, three able-bodied fellows fairly capable of looking after ourselves in most situations, tired of the humdrum life of Summer resorts.

What's to prevent our spending a couple of months together and finding some adventures?
Of course, we can't go to Africa and shoot lions and wart-hogs--whatever they may be,--and we can't fit out an Arctic exploration party and discover Ingersoll Land or Bush Inlet or Chapman's Passage, but we could have a mighty good time, I'd say, and, even if we didn't have many hair-breadth escapes, I'll bet it would beat chasing tennis balls and doing the Australian crawl and keeping our white shoes and trousers clean!" "We could be as dirty as we liked!" sighed Perry ecstatically.

"Lead me to it!" "It sounds positively fascinating," drawled Joe, "but just how would we go about it?
My folks, for some unfathomable reason, think quite a lot of me, and I don't just see them letting me amble off like that; especially in--um--such disreputable company." "I should think they'd be glad to be rid of you for a Summer," said Perry.

"Anyhow, let's make believe it's possible, fellows, and talk about it." "Why isn't it possible ?" asked Steve.

"My folks would raise objections as well as yours, Joe, but I guess I could fetch them around.