"It's all settled for me," he announced. "I can go camping."
"So can I," Dave reported with satisfaction.
"Dad almost as good as said I could go," Tom declared. "He'll agree to it by to-night."
"How about you, Dan?" queried Dick.
"I can go—not," groaned Dalzell.
"I hope to go," announced Greg. "All I could get out of my father was that he was in a rush, but that he'd talk it over with me to-morrow and let me know what he had to say."
Hazelton admitted that he was in the same plight, as to a delayed decision, but he did not speak as though he were very hopeful of being permitted to go.
"It'll just be a shame if we can't all go," Dave declared seriously. "It won't be a quarter as much fun unless we have the whole crowd."
"Say, watch that slim, well-dressed fellow with the brown derby," whispered Hazelton. "See him coming along behind the two women. I'm sure I saw him, earlier this morning, talking with the same fit-thrower that bumped Dick."
"Humph! So did I," muttered Dick. "I remember. This slim fellow was with a short, thick-set man with a black moustache."