Nothing spoiled their appetite for the fish, however, which were cooked to a turn and of fine flavor. Tom Reade, however, got the odd fish as being the only one whose appetite was large enough to permit of the feat of adding it to three other fish.
"And now, what are we going to do?" asked Dave, after the meal was finished and the dishes had been washed.
"Who has sore feet?" called Dick.
Not one of the six boys would plead guilty to that charge.
"Then we won't have to heat water," Dick announced. "Each fellow can bathe his feet in cold water before turning in. But, when one's feet ache, or are blistered, then a wash in piping hot water is the thing to take out the ache."
By nine o'clock all hands began to feel somewhat drowsy, for the day had been warm, and, at last, these youngsters were willing to admit that their road work had been as strenuous as they needed.
"But to-morrow we'll do twenty-five miles," Dave insisted.
"My opinion is that we'll do well if we make twenty miles to-morrow,"
Dick rejoined.
"But what are we going to do now?" yawned Hazy, as they sat about under the light of two lanterns.
"Go to bed," declared Greg.