"Get out the lard," urged Tom. "Let's have some of this stuff cooking by the time that the fellows come in. It will console them a bit."
"It begins to smell good," murmured Dick presently, as he stirred the cooking mixture.
Tom busied himself with setting the table.
"All ready, when the fellows come in," announced Dick, as he removed the coffee pot and began to cut bread. "Better call 'em."
Placing his hands over his mouth, megaphone shape, Tom sent several loud halloos echoing through the woods.
Dan was the first one in. Greg arrived next, Harry third.
"Where can Dave be?" asked Tom, after several more halloos.
"We'll go and find him, if he doesn't show up," suggested Harry.
"But first of all, let's stow some of this supper inside of us."
"We'll wait for Dave before we eat," Dick retorted quickly.
"Hello, Dave, hello!" roared Reade and Prescott in concert "Supper is ready! Hurry up."