CHAPTER XIII THE HAND IN THE DARK
"Say, this is a little bit of all right; isn't it?"
"It certainly is. I'll have some more of that steak."
"Another morsel of bacon would just about suit me."
"Those eggs aren't so bad. That electric stove cooks quick enough."
"I should say yes. Any more coffee left?"
Question and comment thus went back and forth among the three chums as they sat in Dick Hamilton's big touring car, under a great oak tree at one side of a pleasant country road.
They had traveled many miles from Hamilton Corners before stopping at a village grocery and meat market and buying what they wanted for dinner.
"Going camping?" the man had asked them, as he wrapped up the parcels.