"There are table and chairs, hand made and of the crudest kind, and some few tools." "Say, wouldn't that make an ideal camp ?" demanded Dick Prescott, turning to his chums, his eyes glowing.
All their faces were flushed with the excitement of the thing.

Now that it was so close, and practical, all the boys of Dick & Co.

felt a wild desire to be up and away for camp at once.
"And you say we may have the cabin, sir, and the right to cut some firewood in the forest ?" Dick asked.
"I said you could, if you had your parents' full and free permission to go," replied Lawyer Ripley.

"That, I fancy, is a very different thing." "But if we get that permission, sir," urged Dick, "and come back and tell you so, then you will let us----" "If you get home permission, you won't need to come back to me at all," replied Lawyer Ripley, smiling, as he rose.

"Just go and help yourselves to the cabin and what few improvements it contains.