Dan placed the chairs.
"Get ready!" called Dick, as soon as he had fried two platters full of bacon and eggs.

Tom, will you try the potatoes ?" "Done," responded Reade, after prodding the potatoes with a fork.
"What shall we do with the food that's left over ?" asked Danny Grin, as he began to eat.
"There isn't going to be any food left over," Dick laughed.

"You fellows will be lucky, indeed, if you get as much as you want." Everyone was satisfied, however, by the time that the meal was finished.
"Greg and Harry may have the pleasure of washing the dishes," Dick suggested.
"Oh, dear!" grunted Hazy, but he went at his task without further remarks.
Before one o'clock everything was in readiness for going forward again, save for putting the horse between the shafts of the wagon.
Prescott, however, put a proposition to rest until two o'clock before his chums.

It was unanimously carried.
Despite his desire for a walking record that day, Darry proved quite willing to lie off at full length in the shade of the trees and doze as much as the flies would permit.
Dick and Tom strolled slowly down toward the road, halting by a couple of trees.
"There's something you don't often see, nowadays," spoke up Tom after a while.
He nodded back up the road.

Coming in the same direction that the boys themselves had traveled was a faded, queer-looking old red wagon, much decorated on the outside by a lot of hanging, swinging tin and agate ware.
"That's the old-fashioned tin-peddler that I've heard a good deal about as being a common enough character some forty years ago," said Prescott.