“Couldn’t be better,” declared Dick enthusiastically.
“Have you fixed things with your folks so you can go?” asked Tom.
“I sure have.”
“Then come on down to the river and we’ll take another spin in the Tag. I want to get out on the water, where it’s nice and quiet, and talk about going camping.”
“So do I,” agreed Dick, and a little later the two chums were once more chugging away, and talking of everything, from the best way to kill a bear to what to do when the motorboat would not “mote,” as Tom put it.
“And we may get some game up there,” said Tom. “This Lake Woonset is away up in the northern part of New York state, and it’s wild there. I’m going to take my gun along.”
“So am I,” declared Dick. “When are your other friends coming?”
“I’ll get ’em here as soon as I can.”
“Say, Tom, maybe they won’t want me to come along.”
“Don’t you worry about that,” declared our hero. “I’m in charge of this camping party, and I’ll take whom I please. But they’ll like you all right, Dick, and you’ll like them. That’s sure.”