“When?” said Bart.
“Tomorrow morning,” said Phil, “early—”
“No—I say now,” said Arthur.
“So say I.”
“And I.”
“All right,” said Phil; “I say so, too. But what’ll we do for shovels?”
“Do? Why, we can go and get some, I suppose,” said Bruce.
“But won’t the fellows see us?”
“What if they do?”
“Why, they’ll wonder what we’re up to.”