“You bet we do.”
“Well, I put it in pickle some time ago; and the jar’s been left on the house-boat. It won’t be taken out before I get a bite to eat—no siree.” And Aleck backed away.
Joe Preston winked at the others; his grin grew to positively enormous dimensions. Then he burst into a loud, long laugh.
“I wonder what we’re going to do next, Bob?”
It was Tom that asked the question.
“Well, Ramblers,” spoke up Jack Lyons, heartily, “we’ve had such a jolly good time on this trip I should say we’d all better take another.”
“Hooray!” shouted his hearers. “That’s what we’ll do.”
Other Stories in this Series are
THE RAMBLER CLUB AFLOAT
THE RAMBLER CLUB’S WINTER CAMP
THE RAMBLER CLUB IN THE MOUNTAINS
THE RAMBLER CLUB ON CIRCLE T RANCH
THE RAMBLER CLUB AMONG THE LUMBERJACKS
THE RAMBLER CLUB’S GOLD MINE
THE RAMBLER CLUB’S AEROPLANE