"Mustn't do what?" Dave asked.
"Don't eat up your funds too quickly," Belle explained.
"Even if you do," suggested Susie Sharp, teasingly, "you won't need to hurry home. We girls know where there are several fine fields of farm truck that can be robbed late at night. Potatoes, corn, watermelons——-"
"It's really very nice of you girls to offer to rob the farmers' fields to find provender for us," returned Greg. "But I am afraid that we boys have been too honestly brought up to allow ourselves to become receivers of stolen——-"
"Greg Holmes!" Susie Sharp interrupted, her face turning very red.
"No; it's nice of you, of course," Greg went on tantalizingly, "but we'd rather have a short vacation, that we can tell the whole truth about when we go home."
"You boys may starve, if you like," retorted Susie, with a toss of her head. "I'm through with trying to help you out."
"You know, Susie," Danny Grin went on maliciously, "farmers' fields are often guarded by dogs. Just think how you would feel, trying to climb a tree on a dark night, with a bulldog's teeth just two inches from the heels of your shoes."
"Who are up here, in the way of canoe folks?" Dick asked Laura.
She told him about the Preston High School boys and the coming crew from Trentville High School.