"Certainly," replied Tom, having difficulty in restraining his mirth.
"I do't you said it 'mound' vas," protested Fritz.
"That's a 'grave' mistake on your part," answered Tom, as pursued by the laughing Dick and the perplexed Fritz, he fled into the barracks.
"Time to turn in, I guess, as long as Fritz and I have to be up so early in the morning," Dick yawned.
So the three youths upon whom during the next few weeks so much was to depend, rolled themselves up in their blankets and with a muffled "Good night," closed their eyes for the last time together for many a night.
CHAPTER II. AN INCIDENT.
"Getting warm, isn't it" commented Dare about eleven o'clock the morning of their first day on the road.
"Dot's right, py jimminy," panted Fritz, mopping the perspiration from his red face. "But we fooled those Red-goats that time, eh Dick?"