But Greg Holmes sprang forward.
"Wait just a little longer, Tom," he urged. "Dick will be back in a few minutes and then we'll get him to agree to it."
"Dick Prescott doesn't open the box," Tom retorted.
"It's addressed to him, anyway," said Greg firmly.
"I guess that's right," interposed Dave, nodding. "And Dick will be here soon."
Dick reappeared within five minutes. He had taken two buckets and had gone to a spring at some distance from camp for water.
"Dick," said Greg, "there's Tom on the ground on the other side of that tree. He's growling like a Teddy bear because no one has opened the box."
"I think we'd better open it," nodded Prescott, after glancing at the faces of the others, for he saw that their curiosity was at fever heat.
"Hooray!" yelled Greg. "Come on, fellows!"
There was a rush for the hammer and cold chisel, but young Holmes won.