“Let’s do that! Let’s camp out here this summer! I’ll beg off from going across, and we’ll have a swell time. What do you say?”
Chub grinned.
“Say, are you in earnest?” he asked.
“Dead earnest!”
“Well, then, let me recommend the water cure again. If you’ll just hold your overheated brow under the surface for a minute—”
“Look here, though, you fellows,” said Roy, suddenly, “why couldn’t we do it? Not for all summer, of course, but, say, for a month or six weeks. Where are you going, Chub?”
“Me? Same old place, I suppose: Delaware Water Gap. Gee! If the folks would only let me, I’d do it as quick as a flash.”
“Well, write and ask them,” said Roy. “I’ll do it if you fellows will.”
“Do you mean it?” cried Dick, eagerly.