“Sure, they’ll be on hand,” broke in Randy. “They never disappointed us yet.”
The four Rover boys were seated in a Pullman car that was whisking them rapidly toward Boston. Each had a suitcase with him and numerous other things to be taken to the camp.
Fourth of July had come and gone with its usual festivities. In his grip Andy carried an imitation giant firecracker filled with nothing more dangerous than collars, neckties and handkerchiefs. With this giant firecracker he had scared several of the servants half to death, thinking he was going to blow up the kitchen of the house in which he lived.
It was an ideal summer day and the boys sat by the windows enjoying the scenery as it rushed past them. All were in the best of humor.
“This isn’t like going out to Big Horn Ranch,” said Fred, a bit wistfully. “I’m afraid we’ll miss the cattle and the cowboys and all that.”
“I’d like to get a crack at a bear,” came from Fred. “Gee, wouldn’t it be a feather in our cap to bring down a big fellow!”
“How about it if the bear came along and brought you down by hugging you to death?” questioned Jack dryly.
“Pooh! who’s afraid of bears?” answered the stout young Rover.
The boys had left New York after an early breakfast and one o’clock found them at the South Station of the Hub. As they came forth from the smoky train shed, suitcases and bundles in hand, Gif and Spouter rushed forward to meet them.
“Well, I see you’ve got here safe and sound!” cried Gif.