“We didn’t exchange cards,” said Tom shortly. “I found that card near a shack where a caretaker lives. And, by the way, fellows, we’re going to camp on Crest Island this Summer.”
“We are?” cried Phil.
“I like the nice, easy way he has of laying out our vacation plans for us,” remarked Sid.
“Just as if he was our manager,” added Frank.
“Well, I only thought it would be handy if we want to practice rowing,” went on Tom, holding back the other reason. “We could get a boat, and drop down to college here every day or so, take out the shell and have a spin. If we want to beat Boxer Hall we’ve got to do some tall hustling, and practice like all get-out!”
“Oh, I fancy I can practice rowing on Crystal Lake, where our folks intend taking a cottage,” said Sid. “No Crest Island for mine!”
“The girls are going to cottage there,” went on Tom, with a fine appearance of indifference. “Madge Tyler’s folks have a neat little shack there, and Ruth, Helen and Mabel are going to spend some time with her.”
“They are!” cried Frank.
“Why didn’t you say so at first?” asked Sid, indignantly.
“I—er—I guess I can fix it to camp there,” spoke Phil, just as if he had never intended spending his vacation at any other place.