As the coach whirled along, Fenton told them that he intended taking a scientific course in Columbia University and had brought a few text-books along to study between times.
"And I haven't opened one of them yet," he added, with a laugh.
"Best plan for vacation," said Dave Brandon, lazily.
"Mr. Barton told me that you fellows have formed a club."
"That's right—and we've seen some great times, too," responded Somers.
"Go in for parliamentary procedure and all that, do you—whereas, etc., etc., be it therefore resolved that——"
"Not much," grinned Sam Randall. "Hunting, fishing, and having a good time generally is what we're after. That stout boy opposite is our poet laureate and artist in chief; Dick, here, is photographer; Bob's captain, and Tom Clifton and I are just ordinaries."
Fenton laughed.
"Do you really paint?" he asked, with interest, turning toward Dave.
"Oh, yes—a little," admitted the latter. "Just took it up last winter, though."