It was a Saturday afternoon. It had been a hot day, yet out on
the water, busy with their sport, and acquiring a deep coating
of sunburn, the boys had not noticed the heat especially. Now
they mopped their faces as they strolled almost listlessly along
the street.
"I want to go to Lake Pleasant," grumbled Danny Grin.
"Going to-night, or to-morrow morning?" teased Greg.
"If I had an automobile I'd start after supper," Dalzell informed
them.
"But not having a car you'll wait till you're grown up and have
begun to earn money of your own," laughed Harry Hazelton.
"What do you say, Dick?" asked Dan Dalzell anxiously.
"I say that I'm going to put in a few days or a fortnight at Lake
Pleasant if I can possibly find the way," Dick retorted, with
a sudden energy that was quite out of keeping with the heat of
the afternoon.
"Hurray!" from Danny Grin.
"That's what I call the right talk," added Darrin.
"How will the rest of us get along with the canoe while you're
gone?" questioned Tom Reade.
"You don't suppose I'd go to Lake Pleasant without the rest of
the crowd?" Dick retorted rather scornfully.
"Then you're going to take us all with you, and the canoe, too?"
Tom demanded, betraying more interest.
"If I can find the way to do it, or if any of you fellows can,"
was young Prescott's answer.
That started another eager volley of talk. Yet soon all of them
save Dick looked quite hopeless.
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