“What time will we get back?” asked Bob.
“Depends on how far we go,” said Nelson. “We’d ought to get back before dark, I suppose.”
“Oh, it doesn’t get dark until late,” said Dan cheerfully.
“I tell you what we’ll do,” cried Tom. “I’ll cook something and we’ll have dinner on board! What do you say?”
“Well, we’ve never eaten one of your dinners, Tommy,” answered Dan, “and so we may, I think, be excused if we say nothing; least said soonest mended, you know.”
“Have we got anything to cook, Tommy?” asked Nelson doubtfully.
“Eggs, bacon, beans, tomatoes, potatoes, jam, bread——”
“First gun!” cried Bob.
“There’s a quarter of an hour yet, then,” said Dan.