"Now, what shall we do?" demanded Dave, his eyes dancing.
"Do you know what time it is?" asked Dick.
"Not far from ten o'clock."
"Yes; past bed time for all of us."
"Do you feel sleepy?" demanded Dave.
"I don't," chorused four or five.
"Let's sit up as late as we like, for once," proposed Greg Holmes. "That's part of the fun of camping."
"Humph! I want to go to bed," gaped Dutcher.
"Well, there's nothing to stop you, Hen," responded Dick pleasantly. "If you're really sleepy our chatting won't keep you awake."
"What bed shall I take?" inquired Hen.