"Anything else?" queried Sam Randall.
"Yes, he said that classes could not be resumed for about two months. How about you, Dick Travers and Tom Clifton? Think you'll be able to go?"
Both boys cast grateful looks toward Bob Somers.
"It's all right, Hacky," said Travers, gleefully. "When Bob told my father about the trip, and how much Mr. Somers would be pleased for the whole crowd to go, he consented."
"The same here," put in Tom Clifton, with a glowing face.
"And you, Chubby?"
Dave Brandon laughed. "I managed it easily," he said. "My folks have an idea that I don't exercise enough, and they think a trip of this kind will be just the thing."
"So it will be," said Nat. "You're beginning to look like a fat boy in a five cent show."
"Do you think there will be much work to do?" asked Dave, with pretended alarm.
"Well, rather—chopping wood, building camps, tramping twenty miles on hunting trips—oh, I guess you'll find enough to keep you busy."