“Doughnuts!” laughed Dick, pulling the canoe up. “Any one ought to know that.”
“Well, it isn’t anything you could easily forget,” answered Chub, ruefully. “Weren’t they fierce?”
“They certainly were,” answered Roy as he jumped ashore. “And,” he added determinedly, “that reminds me of a duty to humanity.” He disappeared into the tent and when he emerged again he bore something in one hand. An instant later there was a series of light splashes. Chub took his cap off.
“Requiescat in pace,” he murmured.
[CHAPTER VI]
EXPLORATION
“Get up, you lazy beggar!” cried Roy, snatching off the gray woolen blanket and disclosing Chub, in a pair of blue pajamas, sprawled, face down, on his bed.
“Eh?” muttered Chub sleepily.
“Get up! Harry’s over on the landing blowing that tin tooter of hers for all she’s worth. It’s after seven o’clock. You’re a great camper, you are!”