"Say, fellows, is it warm enough for me to get up yet ?" As all of the real boys in the party were already up, none of them thought it necessary to answer Hen, who presently slid out of his bunk and began to dress rapidly.
"What are we going to have to eat this morning, and when ?" Hen wanted to know.
"I guess we'll have a light breakfast this morning," hinted Reade.
"Why ?" demanded Dutcher, his jaw dropping.
"So we can have a better appetite for the turkey we brought along.
Fellows, don't you think we'd better eat that turkey to-day?
It may not keep." "Turkey ?" blurted Hen Dutcher, his eyes dancing with anticipated pleasure.

"I didn't know you had any grub as fine as that." "I've been thinking," proposed Prescott, "that we might as well have some of that turkey for breakfast this morning." "Why, is it already cooked ?" cried Hen.
"Oh, no," Dick admitted.
"Then let's have something else for breakfast and keep the turkey until noon," suggested Dutcher.

"I can't wait for my breakfast." "What do you fellows say ?" asked Dick, putting it to a vote, but ignoring Hen.

"Shall it be turkey for breakfast ?" "Turkey!" solemnly voted five Grammar School boys.
"I call it a shame to treat a fellow like this," grumbled Hen.

"To make a fellow wait so long for his breakfast when he's starving to death!" But none of the others gave any sign that they heard.