"Our camp fire and that of the Spink crowd!" exclaimed Snap. "I'll wager a button on it."
"I believe you are right," answered Shep. "We'll make for the nearest of 'em, anyway."
They set off at a brisk pace, taking as direct a route as the nature of the ground permitted. On the way they came to a large patch of huckleberry bushes and found the berries ripe and luscious.
"Let's pick some," said Whopper. "Then we can make huckleberry dumplings, or something like that."
"What about huckleberry pie?" suggested Snap.
"Great!"
They stopped long enough to pick several quarts of the berries, stowing the fruit away in one of the cleaned-out game bags. Then on they went as before.
Soon they broke through the woods into a clearing, and on the opposite side of this saw a camp, with several boys lolling around a camp fire. They were members of the Spink crowd and included Dick Bush and Carl Dudder.
"Say, where did you come from?" demanded Carl Dudder as he espied them and leaped to his feet.
"From the woods," answered Shep calmly.