“We’ll all pitch in and work out the rest of it,” said Sammy, cheerfully, for he saw that Bob was rather glum over his bad luck.
The accident quite dampened their spirits, and they did not take much more interest in the game.
About three o’clock, as they were leaving the field, Dave Duncan came up to them.
“Hi, you fellows,” he sang out in his usual lively fashion, “our crowd is in for a picnic to-night.”
“Is that so?” asked Frank.
“Yes, we’re to meet at the Cove at seven o’clock.”
“A boating party, eh?” inquired Bob.
“No, we call it a clam bake, but, of course, there won’t be many clams. We’ll have a big bonfire, and some of the fellows are going to bring a lunch.”
“Jolly,” said Sammy. “I’ll be there.”
“So will I,” added Bob.