“You’re not used to being a hero,” said Bart. “Wait until some society sends you a medal and you’ll be so proud you won’t speak to any of us.”
“Speaking of leaving town makes me think it would be a good plan,” put in Fenn.
“What! Have you been robbing a bank or doing something else, that you want to skip out?” asked Bart.
“No, but we haven’t had any real sport since school closed, and it’s about time we did. I was going to propose taking a trip up the river say for about twenty miles, and camping out for a week. That would be fun.”
“You’re right!” exclaimed Ned. “I’ll go with you for one.”
“Count me in,” said Bart, and Frank added that he wasn’t going to be left behind.
“This is my plan,” went on Fenn. “We can take a small shelter tent, some blankets and a camp cook stove. The boat is big enough to carry all that, besides us, and some things to eat. The weather is fine now, and just right for sleeping out of doors. We can row along slowly, stopping where ever we want to, and tying up along shore for the night. What do you say?”
“Couldn’t be better,” declared Ned. “When can we start?”