“Huh! you didn’t dare to come over to where we are located, did you?” sneered Halliday.
“Then you’re located over on the east shore, are you?” questioned Gif.
“Of course we are. At the old Willoughby camp. You know that as well as I do. Why, half the cadets at Colby Hall knew our bunch was coming up here.”
“Your bunch?” demanded Jack, with interest. “How many of you?”
“Ten so far; and three or four others are coming later.”
“Henry Stowell is coming to-morrow to join us,” remarked Halliday. “He’s quitting Colby, you know, and coming to Longley this fall.”
“Well, you’re welcome to Codfish,” announced Randy quickly.
“Oh, he’s all right if only you didn’t tease him too much,” answered the youth who had at one time been Randy’s fellow cadet.
In the midst of the talk two other boys arrived, Billy Sands and a youth named Ted Maxwell, who was a captain at Longley. Maxwell was a tall, quiet fellow and quite gentlemanly in contrast to his schoolmates.
“Yes, about a dozen or fifteen of us are to spend the summer at the lake,” said Maxwell to Jack, as he shook hands. “Ten of us came up three days ago, and the others are coming the beginning of next week. We have hired the old Willoughby place, which, as perhaps you know, has two little bungalows on it and a little boathouse. We hope to have a dandy time.”