"Oh, you're really too funny for anything," broke in Clifton, whose forehead was still puckered into a fierce frown from Jack's allusion to "Wee Tommy."
"Well, boys, I move that we start day after to-morrow," went on Bob. "Hit the trail, and hit it hard, until we reach X."
A long-drawn-out groan, coming from the direction of the bunk, attracted general attention toward Dave Brandon.
"Well?" asked Bob.
The stout boy's eyes beamed quizzically.
"Only thinking, Bob," he answered.
"What about?"
"Well, don't you know, we really ought to be back in Kingswood now, deeply absorbed in the acquisition of knowledge?"
"Acqui-acqui-sition! You don't let any o' those big ones get by you, I notice," grunted Jack.
"Yes; we have already overstayed our time," went on Dave, "and this trip—"