The boys spent the best part of the day in the woods. They had, as before, brought their lunch along and rested for nearly an hour after eating it. Then they concluded that they might as well go back to where they had left their rowboat and go home.
“What’s the matter with rowing past the Longley camp? If we see any of the fellows we can ask them if they’re all ready for the boat races,” suggested Fred.
The others were willing, and in a short while came close to the camp of their rivals. Strange to say, no one was in sight, not even Jeff.
“Maybe they’ve gotten rid of that darkey already,” remarked Gif.
“Well, I wouldn’t blame ’em for doing it.”
“Let’s go ashore and take a look around,” suggested Andy, thinking there might be a chance to play some trick on the boys who had “rough-housed” the bungalow.
“You want to be careful that they don’t spot you, Andy,” warned Jack.
They pulled into a little cove under some overhanging trees and then approached the camp very cautiously. Not a soul seemed to be about either of the small bungalows nor at the shed in the rear, and, growing bolder, the lads entered the nearest structure.
“Quick! Let’s give ’em a dose of their own medicine!” exclaimed Andy, and in a twinkling they were all hard at work disarranging the furniture, clothing and the bedding and the entire contents of the kitchen. Then they hurried to the other bungalow.