Sam cleared his throat. “Ahem, ahem! I—well, I guess my opinion isn’t of much value, anyway. But there’s something else I want to talk about with you fellows. Now, listen!” And he repeated, rapidly but clearly, the project for a camp near the lake.
Step did not appear to be impressed, but Poke was more responsive.
“Great scheme, Sam! Good sport! Besides, it’ll give us a chance to have the try-outs with the machine without a whole parcel of folks looking on and yawping. Those open fields this side of the woods by the lake will be a bully place—nice and private and plenty of elbow room. Say, I’m with you!”
“Then I am, too, of course,” said Step. “When’ll you start in?”
“Very soon,” Sam told him.
Poke furrowed his brow. “Say, I’m afraid we won’t be able to help much at first; we’ll be busy here, you know. But a little later——”
“Oh, that’ll be all right,” Sam hastened to assure him. “The main thing’s to keep the club together.”
“Sure!” said the others in chorus.
“And that’s always the main thing,” Poke added heartily.