“Gee! but wouldn’t we give it to ’em though?” murmured Fred. “I’d just love to knock Tommy Flanders out of the box again!”
“They’d want us to get a full nine together, and I don’t know how we’d manage it,” said Gif. “With only six fellows, we’d have no outfielders at all.”
“Oh, maybe we could pick up three fellows at Rocky Run or at Beldane,” suggested Spouter.
“Well, we wouldn’t need any outside fellows if we went into a rowing race or a swimming contest,” said Fred. “They would be lots of fun, too.”
“And we might get up some running races,” suggested Gif. “There is a footpath all the way around the lake, so we could arrange to run to Rocky Run and back or to Beldane and back or any other place. It would be lots of sport—a race along a footpath through the woods!”
“Fine chance to trip over a tree root and break your neck,” chuckled Andy. “Just the same, I wouldn’t mind going into such a race myself,” he added quickly.
The boys continued to talk the matter over as they rowed slowly along the lake front in the direction of Beldane. Then, when it was almost five o’clock, they turned to cross the lake at a point considerably below where the Garrison bungalow was located.
“There’s a wide cove up yonder,” said Gif, pointing with his hand. “Some day we’ll have to go and explore it. The old hunters used to call it Big Bear Cove.”
“That must be, then, where the bears hold out,” cried Randy.