"We won't make a solitary promise.

It may depend on how you act, Hen.

Now, is there anything more you ought to tell us about what Fred Ripley's crowd intends to do ?" "No-o-o.

I don't believe so." "Who's with Fred Ripley ?" "Bert Dodge." "Who else ?" Hen named five other young fellows, two of whom were rather worthless High School sophomores.
"And their plan," added Hen, unburdening himself, "was to swoop down here this evening, lay the lines for a first class ghost scare and then see you fellows start running and never stop till you reached Gridley.
They've brought some provisions along with them, and they were going to move in here and camp, and laugh, and have a great joke about how the Grammar School kids got cold feet, and----" "Where are they now ?" Dick queried.
"They were going to my Uncle Joel's for a few hours, have supper there and then slip down here.

But Uncle Joel's place must be four miles from here, and even he didn't know just where this camp was.