“Huh! some folks have nerve,” grumbled Werner. “I suppose he’ll let ’em have all the best things there are in camp and we can take what’s left.”
“Chopped-up onions, for instance,” and Glutts grinned.
“I’ll onion them, you see if I don’t!” cried Gabe Werner. And then he suddenly caught his crony by the arm. “Say, I’ve got an idea! If we can get away and follow those fellows maybe we can spoil their old picnic for ’em.”
“I get you!” cried Glutts quickly.
“What are you going to do?” questioned Codfish.
“Will you keep your mouth shut if we take you in on this?” demanded the ex-lieutenant.
“Of course I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“All right then, you can come in, Henry. But remember, if you open your trap on us we’ll come down on you like a ton of bricks,” added Gabe.
The matter was talked over for several minutes by Werner and Glutts, and then Codfish was dispatched to the cook’s quarters on an errand.
The girls enjoyed eating the regular mess lunch immensely. Each was provided by the boys with a new mess kit and instructed into the art of using the same. They sat at the main table in the mess hall, a table presided over by Captain Dale himself.