“That suits me,” answered Jack.
“Yes, let’s get to the camp, by all means. I want to see what kind of place it is,” answered Spouter.
As a consequence of this, Gif asked the old storekeeper about their boats.
“I got ’em all ready for you just as soon as I received your letter,” said Mr. Mumbleton. “They’re locked up in my boathouse, and I can get ’em out in a few minutes.”
“Then let us have a few groceries and things like that and we’ll be off,” returned Gif. “We’ll come back to-morrow for our regular supplies. We have a list all made out, and I’ll leave it with you.”
“Suits me.”
Thereupon the boys obtained some bread, coffee, sugar, condensed milk, eggs, bacon and a few other things which were placed in a couple of empty boxes. Then all went back to the railroad station for their baggage.
“Here’s a sample of what we can expect from those other fellows,” growled Andy, as he pointed to the railroad platform. On their baggage had been piled some dirty brushwood and leaves.
“Well, let’s be thankful they didn’t do anything worse,” was Randy’s comment. “They might have hidden the stuff from us, or something like that.”
“I guess they didn’t dare!” burst out Jack. “They knew we’d be after them in a jiffy if they did anything like that.”