“I suppose we might as well give it up,” said Randy, after a while. “Let’s go around to the Willoughby camp and see what those fellows are doing.”
A row of less than ten minutes brought them in sight of the camp occupied by the cadets from Longley Academy. The little dock and the two small bungalows behind it seemed to be deserted, not a soul being anywhere in sight.
“Must have all gone off for the day,” said Jack. “Well, I don’t blame them for wanting to get away when the weather is so fine. Plenty of time to stick around camp when it rains.”
“Shall we go ashore?” questioned Fred.
“Better not,” came from Spouter. “If we landed and anything was found to be wrong afterwards they’d say we did it.”
“Listen! I hear somebody calling!” cried Andy suddenly.
“It’s a cheer! Somebody is cheering!” exclaimed Jack.
“I believe they’re having some sort of a game,” said Gif. “They’re out in that cleared spot up the lake a bit.”
“Come on! Let’s row in that direction!” cried Randy.