“You’re not even going to tell Mr. Calvert, are you?”
“No, I’ll just tell him that I am impressed with the camp site itself. No use in spreading alarm, and it might get out. After all, that man might have had a good reason to walk around in the woods at night, and we’d only look silly making a big story out of it.”
“Sure. Well, I’m all set for the trip. We start this week, and it can’t come too soon for me.”
CHAPTER V
SETTING UP CAMP
One morning later in that same week the two chums arose early and gathered up their camping outfits. Ted said goodbye to his folks, swung his pack on his back and sallied forth to meet Buck, who was standing at his own gate and waiting for him. Buck was rigged out in a style similar to Ted’s, with a good camping pack, a campaign hat, buckskin blouse, stout trousers, heavy shoes, pick and camp shovel, and an axe.
“Well, here we go at last!” hailed Buck, delightedly, eager for the trip before them. “Seemed like this morning would never come!”
“I was awake a couple of times myself,” smiled Ted, as they swung along toward the club house in town. “We have a dandy day for a start.”
It was a cool morning, bright and clear, and a more promising day could not have been ordered. Their blood tingled as they looked forward to the coming encampment.
“Are they going to have one or two trucks?” Buck asked, as they turned down the street upon which the club house was located.
“One big one,” Ted replied, “for the fellows, and a little one for supplies. The tents and the grub will take up plenty of space and I guess the number of boys who are going will fill up the big truck. Eighteen boys have given their names and with the two of us we’ll have twenty, a big enough crowd to handle.”