"Just going to open them," added Fly, anxious to get at the work.
"Let me help," exclaimed Hawke, peeling off his light coat, and rolling up his shirt sleeves before any protest could be made.
For the next few minutes they busied themselves with the lid of the largest box.
"Uniforms," they shouted, when Herb had opened one of the smaller pasteboard boxes of which there were a number contained in the larger enclosure.
"This is yours, Fly," he added, noting the name and measurements which were pinned on the trousers.
As the packages were properly labeled, each boy was soon in possession of his own suit.
After a quick but admiring inspection of the outfits, the second box was eagerly torn open. It contained a hospital corps pouch for each boy, penknives, haversacks, mess kits, signal flags, whistles, sanitary drinking cups, canteens, Red Cross first aid outfits, camp supplies, and last, but not least, seven brand new shining Remingtons.
Each new article was met with shouts of delight and surprise.
"I don't remember ordering these," gasped Fred, when at last they had reached the bottom of the box.
"Oh, dad thought yuh might as well have a good supply," explained Herb, "so he wrote to a friend of ours in New York and got these to surprise yuh."