After the ball game matters ran along smoothly at the bungalow for a week or more. Dan and the others who were touring left after having had “the time of their lives,” as Walt Baxter expressed it.
There were three rowing matches arranged, a match between two of the boys from Longley and two from Colby Hall, then a match for singles, and finally a match in which the six boys in the camp were pitted against six of their rivals.
“I hope we manage to do something in those boat races,” remarked Fred one day, when the boys were tramping through the woods on another look for the black bear they had seen.
“Well, I think we’ll have a good chance to win,” answered Gif. “We won before, didn’t we?” he went on, with a smile.
“I’ll bet it made them sore to lose that ball game,” came from Jack.
“We sort of paid ’em back for rough-housing the bungalow,” remarked Randy.
“Oh, we’ve got to fix ’em for that yet,” said his brother quickly.
From Mr. Mumbleton the boys had heard that a black bear had been seen on the lower eastern shore of the lake and they had rowed over in that direction.
“I think this is somewhere around the place where Tommy Flanders’ father bought that factory,” remarked Gif, after they had come to a halt to rest for a few minutes. “They said it was on Flat Rock Creek, and, unless I’m mistaken, this is the creek,” and he pointed to a broad and somewhat muddy watercourse.
“I don’t think we care to visit any factories,” answered Spouter. “I don’t see why a fellow should build such a thing up here. It just spoils the scenery.”