Rooke resented this remark, and for a moment seemed inclined to sulk. But Joe Carter patted him on the back, Dan told him he was a smart kid, and he decided to let the incident pass.
“Why, they’ve gone and painted ‘Camp Wickasaw’ on the rocks over at the cliff back of Crescent! And Fraser says the letters are done in red paint and are three feet high, and you can see them for miles!”
“Phew!” said Dan. “Aren’t they the cheeky beggars?”
“When did they do it, Kid?” asked Bob.
“Day before yesterday. They went on a picnic, or something, over that way.”
“Well, we’ll just have to go over and paint it out,” said Carter decidedly, amid a murmur of concurrence.
“You couldn’t do it, my boy,” Dan objected. “It would take more paint than you could lug over there.”
“Don’t you care; they can’t go and paint up the scenery like that,” answered Joe. “Anyhow, we can daub the letters up so they can’t be read.”
“How did they do it, Kid—do you know?” Dan asked.
“Why, they climbed up as far as they could, you see, and just did it.”