“Should think they’d leave some chaps on guard,” murmured Tom.
“Probably a truce has been declared,” smiled Norman. “But if you don’t see some lively times when the boys get back, things have changed since I left the school.”
“And I hope we do,” said Bob, briskly. “We may give ’em a bit of help, too.”
“Now let’s get our stuff on shore, and do the camping out in the best style.”
“Wonder if the fish would bite, out here,” mused Aleck.
“Put your hand in the water and see,” snickered Joe.
“No fooling, fellows; but lend a hand,” said Jack. “Fire to start and grub to cook, you know.”
Within a few minutes, the boys had gathered and chopped a quantity of wood, an old, decaying log close by furnishing most of the fuel. Then the bright flames began twisting and curling, sending aloft a shower of sparks, while the smoke lazily drifted away among the trees.
“We’re just as good as woodsmen at this game even if we do come from the city,” remarked Jack.
“Some fellows would have been crazy enough to try and cook their grub hunter fashion,” added Joe, with a wink at Bob.