"Wha-at's wa-anted?" came Reade's hail, still from a distance.
"Hurry up!" yelled Greg. "Hustle. Big doings here!"
"Have you found a boat?" came Tom's query.
"No! But—-hustle! Run!"
Greg was alive with curiosity. He could not wait. If the box were to be opened only after a pow-wow, then the sooner the council were held the sooner the mystery of the box's contents would be solved.
Tom, Dan and Harry came in at a trot.
"What's all the row about?" Reade demanded.
"That," stated Greg, pointing to the packing case.
"What's in it?" asked Reade.
"We don't know," said Dick.