“We’ll have to have ’em over here, by all means,” cried his twin.
“Sure, we’ll have to have them over,” answered Gif. “The bungalow is plenty big enough. And besides we were thinking we might get up a baseball game against the Longley bunch.”
“Right-o!” cried Fred.
“And we’ll wallop them good and plenty,” said Spouter.
“Why can’t we challenge ’em right away?” asked Andy impatiently.
“No, we’d better wait until the other fellows get here. They may not want to stay that long and they may not want to play in a match.”
“Oh, nonsense! They’ll play quick enough.” Nevertheless, it was decided that no challenge should be issued until the other boys were on hand.
Now that Jeff was gone, the boys felt more at home than ever. They could do exactly as they pleased with no older person to interfere.
“Gif, you’ll have to make out a regular schedule for us to follow,” said Jack. “You’re at the head of the camp, you know.”
“Fiddlesticks!” cried Gif. “You fellows have as much to say here as I have. This is an every-man-for-himself camp.”