We don't want any shotgun along, and then we won't have any need to be sorry about it afterwards." "But there'll be rabbits and other game that we might get." "Dave has brought his air-rifle, and has plenty of 'pills' for it.

And Tom brought along his bow and half a dozen arrows.

We can take care of the little game we may see." "That's right," broke in Dave, who had been listening.

"If we were fools enough to take along a shotgun it'd be many a day before we'd get leave to go on another camping jaunt." So better counsel prevailed, and Joe Miller was not asked to loan his shotgun.

In due time Joe drove around to the door of the store, and the work of loading began.
"Hey, you fellows, where are you going ?" hailed Ben Alvord, stopping and gaping in wonder.
"Camping," replied Dick with an air of importance.
"Whee! Say, take me along ?" coaxed Ben.
Dick hated the task of refusing, but Dave came to his rescue.
"Got five dollars, Ben ?" "Quit your kidding," retorted Alvord.
"That's what each fellow paid to get into this outfit," Dave went on.
"We couldn't feed any more fellows unless they contributed their share in cash." "How long you going to be gone ?" asked Ben.
"Maybe two weeks." "Whee!" "It will depend somewhat on how long it takes us to eat up our table stuff," laughed Dick.
"My, but you fellows are in luck!" A few more of the Grammar School fellows happened along.