"It'll only take a week or two," supplied Bob.
"And do you think for a moment, David Brandon, that we could do any studying without settling this thing first?" demanded Sam Randall. "Well, I rather guess not!"
"Then we must hurry it up, and get back to the high school as soon as possible. As it is, there's a lot of hard work before us in catching up with our studies."
"It won't be difficult, with nearly the whole term before us," said Dick, in positive tones.
"Education is the lever which uplifts the world," sighed Dave. "Now—"
"Switch off!" cried Jack.
"Such gems of thought are lost upon him," laughed Sam.
"Let's get back to business," said Bob. "We needn't expect to have any picnic on this trip." He glanced toward Conroy, whose face failed to indicate the slightest enthusiasm. "If you want to back out, Jack, now's the time."
"Who said anything about backin' out?" growled the big lad.
He walked off and threw himself at full length on a bench at the end of the cabin. His eyes began to rove over the cheerful interior. Somehow, it was just the sort of a den to fill any healthy boy's heart with delight. Seven bunks were built against the walls; two lamps suspended from the ceiling swung over the center table, while a number of tasteful prints were scattered about.