Jed was the first to creep out and go down to the stream for a wash. It might be noticed that the lad seemed unusually timid this morning. Whether this sprang from his fear of the gruff farmer, or the wonderful spectacle he had seen on the preceding night, Jerry could not say.
Over the breakfast they made merry in connection with the adventures that had come their way since making camp.
"Everybody work!" called out Frank finally, as he started in to pack up.
They all seemed delighted at the prospect of a change of base, all but poor old Peter, who wheezed worse than ever as he found himself hitched up to that big load, and the fine prospect of a sturdy pull, uphill, ahead of him.
"I'm just hungry for a sight of the water," announced Bluff.
"Ditto here. Camp don't seem just the same away from it," said Jerry.
"And the views one gets with a lake for a background! Nothing can compare with them," observed the photographic fiend, sighing.
"Well, I hope none of us will be disappointed with Lake Surprise, that's all," remarked Frank, as he lashed the canvas of his tent in a bundle and placed it carefully in the wagon.
They were off by nine o'clock.
"Good-by to the old camp! Hurrah for the new one!" sang out Bluff, as he turned to wave a pathetic hand toward the scene of their late location.