"Gee! you must have it bad," responded Mouser. "What kind of a battlecry is that?"
"Say!" went on Fred, without paying the least attention to Mouser's question, "I've got the dandy idea."
"Let's have it?" proposed Bobby.
"Let's build a shack, or a cabin, or something, up there in the thick trees. Nobody would ever see it from the lake. Then we can bring things over to furnish it—on the sly, you know—"
"Why on the sly?" demanded his chum.
"Aw—well—if the other fellows knew it, they'd come and bust it up, wouldn't they?"
"Not our fellows," declared Shiner.
"But you bet the kids from Belden would," urged Pee Wee.
"We could keep still about it, I s'pose," admitted Bobby.
"Well, then!" returned Fred. "Now, we'd fit it up, and store stuff in it for winter—nuts, and popcorn, and 'taters, and turnips—"