“Where’ll I put the corner?” laughed Tom.
“There we are,” said Roy, “all ready before the Ravens have started to pack. They ought to be called the ‘Snails.’”
They were up at Camp Solitaire, the whole patrol, and the standing of the duffel-bag in the corner of the tent was the last act of a busy day.
“I’ll be sorry to see Camp Solitaire break up,” said Tom. “We’ve had some good sport up here.”
“There hasn’t been much ‘solitaire’ to it lately,” said Eddie Ingram.
“Well, down it comes in the morning,” said Roy. “What are we going to catch, the three-thirty?”
“I bet the Ravens won’t be ready,” said one of the boys.
“It would be just like them,” observed an-other.
“And we’ll have to wait for the five-fifteen.”
Just then Esther Blakeley came running out from the house.