Darrin was allowed to
eat his breakfast in peace.
After the meal was over the boys sat around the camp for a few
minutes. Each hated to be the first to make a move toward the
drudgery of dish-washing and camp cleaning.
"After we get things to rights," inquired Reade, "what is to be
the programme for the day?"
"There's a pond east of us that is said to hold perch," Dave answered.
"I'm going to take fishing tackle and go in search of a mess
of fish. Anyone going with me?"
"I will," offered Danny Grin.
"As for me," spoke up Tom, "I have a line on a place where blueberries
grow in profusion. Harry, will you go along with me and pick
berries?"
"If it isn't over five miles away," Hazelton assented cautiously.
"Then what are we going to do!" asked Greg Holmes, turning to
Prescott.
"From the plans we've heard laid down," smiled Dick, "I think
we will have to stay right here and keep the prowler from dropping
in to carry away the rest of our provisions."
"Bother such sport as that!" snorted Greg.
"Humph! It may turn out to be the liveliest sport of all," declared
Dick dryly. "Certainly if that fellow turns up it will take two
of us to handle him with comfort. He's a tough customer."
"Dan, you always were an artist with a shovel," suggested Darry
insinuatingly.
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