“Rest! Why, we just had one during the summer vacation, Bony,” remarked Fred Kaler.
“Oh, I can use more,” said Bony. “What are you going to do, Jack?”
“I’m going hunting and camping,” announced Jack quietly.
“Hunting?” questioned Nat.
“Camping?” cried Sam Chalmers.
“Sure,” went on Jack. “I’ve been thinking of it for some time, but I didn’t see any opportunity of doing it. I’m going camping and hunting after big game out West, and I wish some of you fellows would go along.”
“We haven’t any guns—that is, such as would do for big game,” objected Nat.
“We can get ’em,” declared Jack. “I was thinking we fellows who went camping before might organize a sort of gun club and take a trip. Now that the school is to close, it will give us just the chance we want.”
“A gun club,” mused Nat. “Say, but that’s a fine idea! Petrified pedestrians! but we’ll call it Jack Ranger’s Gun Club! That will be a dandy name.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” said Jack quickly. “It won’t be my gun club any more than it will be yours or Bony’s or Sam’s.”