Find the short cut, Dick." "It starts down here, just a little way," Prescott answered.
"I'll turn in when we come to the right place." Dick and Darrin were now walking side by side in advance.

Right behind them came Greg and Dan, while Tom and Harry, paired, brought up the rear.
"In this way," called Dick, turning sharply to the left and going in under an archway of trees.

It was over velvety grass that he led his chums at first.

After something like an eighth of a mile the Grammar School boys came to deeper woods, where they had to thrust branches aside in making their way through the tangle.
"My Sunday suit will look like a hand-me-down by the time I get home," muttered Greg Holmes.
"It does now," Dave called back to him consolingly.
"We suspected that Darry's grouch was due to dyspepsia," laughed Holmes.

"Now I am sure of it.