“We won’t have such a good time if we know these fellows are going to be up here,” growled Halliday.
“Oh, I don’t know,” answered Ted Maxwell cheerfully. “We might get up some rowing and swimming contests and things like that.”
“I didn’t come up here to go into any contests,” broke in Tommy Flanders. “I came up to take it easy and have a good time.”
“That’s me, too,” put in Billy Sands. “I’m just going to take it easy every day.”
“Well, a little exercise won’t hurt anybody,” answered Maxwell. “I don’t want to go stale, and neither do you fellows, if any of you expect to make the football team this fall.”
Maxwell asked the Colby cadets where they were going to locate, and Gif and the others told him about the old fishing club bungalow and of their plans for a grand outing.
“That fishing club outfit is directly across the lake from our camp,” said Maxwell. “We were rowing over that way only yesterday.”
“I hope the camp is in good condition,” said Gif anxiously, wondering if Flanders and his cronies had visited the place and possibly done some harm.
“It seemed to be. We didn’t land.”
A few words more followed and then the crowd from Longley departed, after purchasing a few things from Mr. Mumbleton. They moved down past the railroad station to the lake and there set off in two rowboats for their camp.