Six in the morning
is too early to call on young women."
"That's so," Dave assented. "What time should we go over?"
"As this is camp life, I should say it might be all right for
us to drop over there soon after nine o'clock," Dick said slowly.
"How does that strike you?"
"If that's too early," pondered Darry wonderingly, "then we might
go within sight of the camp, as if looking for firewood, but not
go over to them unless we get a hail."
"That would be a subterfuge," Dick replied, shaking his head.
"Straight dealing is always the best rule in anything."
However, Dr. Bentley settled the question of etiquette himself,
by coming over to the boys' camp shortly after eight o'clock.
"Mrs. Bentley sent me to see if you got through the night without
being drowned," smiled the physician.
"We look pretty healthy, don't, we, sir?" smiled Dick.
"Speaking professionally, I would say that you do," agreed Dr.
Bentley. "However, I believe you must have had a pretty dismal
time in all that downpour. Have you been in the woods this morning?
They are pretty wet, aren't they?"
"The woods are damp, sir," Prescott answered, "but not really
wet. The water has soaked fairly well into the ground since sun-up.
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