"I thought maybe you just--um--hadn't slept well." "If we're going to keep the Club together," continued Steve, treating the interruption disdainfully, "we've got to keep in touch with each other.

Suppose now we have a meeting about Christmas time, during vacation." "Good scheme!" applauded Phil.
"I think so.

My idea is to keep out about thirty dollars of that money, or take it out later, I suppose, and have a feed somewhere, a sort of Annual Banquet of the Adventure Club of America, not Incorporated.

We could hold a business meeting first and then feed our faces and talk over this Summer's fun and have a jolly old time.

What do you say! Pass the sugar, Han." [Illustration: "They offer you--" Mr.Hyatt leaned forward in the protesting chair] They said many things, but they were all in praise of the idea, and later the _Follow Me's_ contingent was quite as enthusiastic, and Steve, in his official capacity of Number One, finally found a calendar and solemnly announced that Saturday, the twenty-third day of December, was the date, that the hour was six o'clock, post meredian, and that the place would be decided on later.