“I could carry twice as much as this,” announced Ned, as he walked along, balancing his load on his shoulder.
“Here, take mine then!” cried Frank quickly.
“Not to-day,” retorted Ned with a laugh. “I was only figuratively speaking.”
They picked out a good camping place, and, as they had brought the tent with the first load, they set that up.
“Now for the rest of the stuff, and we’ll be in good shape for the night,” remarked Bart. “Come on, fellows. Why, Fenn, what’s the matter?” he asked quickly, as he noticed the stout youth seated on a log.
“Me? Nothing. I’m all right.”
“No, you’re not. You’re as white as a sheet of paper,” went on Bart. “Don’t you feel well?”
“Sure. I’m all right. I guess I walked a little too fast; that’s all.”
“Well, take a good rest before you make the second trip,” advised Ned.
“No, I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” proposed Frank. “We three can easily carry what stuff is back there at the depot. Let Fenn stay here and rest, and we’ll go back for it. Besides, we ought to leave somebody on guard,” he added quickly, fearing Fenn might object to anyone doing his share of the work.