"Say, I'm hungry," he announced, more like the old Will than he had been for weeks. "What are you girls going to give us, anyway?"
"Chicken," announced Betty, "and honey and biscuits, and peach cake and jelly, and hot coffee from the thermos bottle, some ham sandwiches and deviled eggs——"
"Stop her," pleaded Roy piteously. "Stop her, some one, before I forget myself and decamp with the hamper——"
"You'd be forgetting us too, if you tried it," said Frank grimly. "Do you suppose with three ravenous wolves at your back you'd have a chance of getting away with any of that kind of stuff?"
"Gee, it's awful the appetite camp life gives you," said Roy mournfully. "I wrote home the other day and told the folks that if I ate like a wolf before, I eat like a flock of 'em, now."
"Whoever heard of a flock of wolves?" asked Mollie scornfully. "You must have been thinking of geese."
"No," retorted Roy soberly. "I wasn't speaking of you."
"Strike one for our side," chuckled Allen, while the others laughed at Mollie's look of surprise. "That was a good one, Roy—right from the shoulder."
"Now I know I'm going home," said Mollie forlornly. "Everybody's agin me."
"I'm not," said Betty, putting an arm about her. "The more they try to down you, the more I love you."