"I guess to-morrow," answered his chum.
"Bully for you. I'll be glad to get it off my mind. What do you want me to do, Paul, in the meantime?"
"Nothing," came the ready response.
"Shall I leave the den shut up as it is, then?" demanded Jack.
"Until I see you in the morning, yes," laughed Paul. "Don't be surprised if I pop in on you unexpectedly. Perhaps I may not want any one to see me go in your house, and so I might come by the back door."
Jack looked at him in a whimsical way and shook his head.
"You've got me guessing, all right, my boy," he declared.
Paul instantly changed the subject, after a way he had.
"The boys are getting on fine in that water boiling test, aren't they? Four had it in nine minutes, and Wallace beat his own record by nearly half a minute. That is going to be one thing Stanhope must excel in," he said.
"Yes," remarked Jack, falling in readily enough with his companion's desire to "talk shop," "and those photographs couldn't well be beaten. What a lot of new and interesting facts some of the trackers have dug out of the trails they followed. The papers read fine. Paul, I really begin to believe we're going to make a strong bid for that banner."