“When they come over here we can decide all the details,” said George. “When was it that they said they were coming?”
“Monday, I think,” said John. “Wasn’t it, Grant?”
“Yes. That’s day after to-morrow.”
“We ought to have some judges,” said Fred.
“That’s true,” agreed Grant. “I don’t know where we’ll get any though.”
“Maybe they’ll know somebody,” suggested George.
“We’ll find out all about it on Monday anyway,” said Fred. “Let’s have a little food now. I’ll faint unless I eat pretty soon.”
“Poor little Freddy,” laughed George. “You need a nurse.”
“Huh,” snorted Fred. “Ever since you hooked that trout by the tail you have been too fresh to live. Your turn will come though.”
“What do you mean by that?” demanded George.