“Let’s cart the bedding out into the woods. We can hang it over some bushes,” suggested Randy, and this was done with all possible speed.
Then Andy took all the spoons in the place and jammed them down out of sight into a big pot of salt. The forks he jammed down into a pot of sugar.
“I think that’ll keep ’em guessing a little while,” he chuckled.
Only one boat belonging to the Longley camp was to be seen, and after surveying the situation the boys managed to push this under the dock completely out of sight.
“They’ll have to go in swimming to get that boat out,” said Jack, with a laugh.
Having disarranged the entire camp to their satisfaction, the boys hurried back to where they had left their boat and pulled away toward their own shore.
“Here come a couple of boats now!” cried Jack presently. “I think they’re the Longley fellows coming from Rocky Run.”
They kept on rowing and presently the other boats came close enough to be hailed.
“We’ve been taking your friend Jeff down to the railroad station,” explained Ted Maxwell. “We found he was no good—too lazy—so we shipped him.”