“That’s so, Dan,” said Joe Chambers. “The little beggar has fooled you finely. He deserves to have some of the fun, I think.”
“All right,” said Dan, “but don’t blame me if you get into trouble, Gerald. Any more sandwiches, fellows?”
There weren’t, but Durfee shared the one he was eating and presently the journey began again. They took turns at carrying the three pieces of baggage, and Durfee was called down by Alf for using one of the stakes for a vaulting pole.
“I was merely giving an imitation of Mr. Thompson, our clever young athlete,” replied Harry, soberly. “If I can’t do as I want to with this stick some one else may carry it.”
“How did you happen to wake up?” asked Dan of Gerald. “I thought I was as quiet as a mouse.”
“So you were. I wasn’t asleep. I went to bed with my underclothes on and played fox.”
“The dickens you did! How did you know anything was up?”
“Easy! You all acted like a lot of conspirators in a melodrama, Dan.”
“Still, you couldn’t have known we were going anywhere to-night—unless you were told. Were you?”