“We sure are!” agreed Rick. “Are you glad you came?” He leaned over and punched Chot playfully in the ribs.
“Am I? Say, you couldn’t beat it! And think of what’s ahead of us, Rick!”
“What do you mean?” Rick turned and looked at his chum.
“I mean out at Uncle Tod’s camp.”
“That’s right. There’ll be lots to do there. I wish I knew just what he wants of us.”
“Maybe he just did it so we could have a good vacation.”
“No, it’s more than that,” Rick declared. “He wouldn’t start off the way he did unless there was something up—and something queer, too. I’d like to know what it is.”
“So would I,” agreed Chot. “I hope waiting around like this won’t spoil it.”
“I hope not,” murmured Rick. “Anyhow it’s a nice day.”
And it certainly was. The sun was warmly shining, rapidly drying up the mud puddles left by the recent storm. It was warm, but not hot and the boys thoroughly enjoyed the trolley ride through the green country which lay outside of Fayetville, a prosperous city in the midst of a rich farming community.