"And hoof it twelve miles?" asked Hazelton.
"No; as we'll have so much stuff to carry, we'll have to pay someone to drive the stuff out there for us. If we have a wagon we may as well ride on it."
"I hope you fellows will all have a good time," suggested Dan Dalzell generously, though his own face still wore a doleful look. For his father and mother had held out against his going. All of the other boys had secured permission.
"It's a shame you can't go, Dan," blazed Dave.
"That's what I think," muttered Dan. "Huh! I've a good mind to run away from home."
"You'd get spanked when you went back," laughed Tom Reade.
"Huh! I ought to run away and never come back," growled Dan.
"Oh, cut that out—do!" urged Dick. "Be a fellow of good sense, Danny. Your father and mother have their own reasons for not wanting you to go."
"Their reasons don't do me any good," uttered Dan resentfully.
"Would it do any good if we all went down to your house and tried coaxing for you?" asked Greg Holmes.