When they told Chet Morton of their interview with Elroy Jefferson, that youth was loud in his delight. He insisted promptly on being included in the proposed outing.
“The family is going to Boston for the holidays,” he said. “They were going to leave me at home alone. It looked like a fine Christmas! But now—oh, boy! When do we start?”
“Three days before Christmas.”
“Great! Who else is coming?”
“We promised Biff Hooper.”
“Sure! Biff’s a good scout. But don’t make the party too large. That cabin won’t hold very many.”
“We figured on just the four of us,” said Frank. “The ice-boat won’t hold any more, anyway.”
“Fine. We’d better get together to-morrow and decide how much grub we should take along. We’ve got to eat, you know.”
“You would bring that up,” laughed Joe. “No fear of going short of supplies when you’re in the party. You’ll see that we take enough.”
“I must keep up my strength,” returned Chet, unabashed.