Now, the run out into the country and back will give us an appetite.

One fellow will have to stay here and get the fire ready, while the rest of us chase turks.

Come on, man--it's what you need to start your blood circulating." Merriwell seemed to suddenly make up his mind.
"I am with you," he said as he arose.

"Who stays and looks after the fire?
We don't want anybody along that can't run." "Well, I'm no sprinter," confessed Dismal.

"I'd like to go along, but I'm afraid I'd peg out.