“A lunatic asylum broke loose,” was the ultimate verdict.
The Banded Seven once in the woods and alone, seated themselves on the ground and stared at each other and roared with laughter for an hour.
Then they slipped back to camp fully satisfied with the fun they had experienced that day.
CHAPTER V.
ANOTHER ESCAPADE IS PLANNED.
“Garrisons, N. Y., August 11th, 18—.
“Miss Fuller requests the pleasure of the Banded Seven’s company at an informal party to be given any time they please to-night.”
Such was the invitation, a rather curious and unconventional one. But that gave it no less interest in the eyes of the seven lads who were all gazing at it at once.
The one who was reading the note was Mark Mallory. Next to him was Texas, and Texas was dancing about in excitement.
“Wow!” he roared. “Say, fellers, ain’t that great? Think o’ gittin’ an invitation to a party, an’ we only plebes. Whoop! An’ won’t we have fun, though!”