"All aboard; let her go! What do you want me to do? When are you going to
do it? Hurry, I'm getting awfully excited."

"Well," continued Shorty, "Fat originated this idea, or at least he
suggested it, and we have just been talking it over. How fine it would be
if we owned a cabin, a good-sized log cabin, big enough to take care of
at least twenty fellows over night. A place far enough from the city to
keep it from being continually broken into by rowdies, and still within a
couple of hours' walking distance from the car-line. With all of this
great string of mountains and canyons, so well-forested and filled with
streams, it ought to be an easy matter to find some such a place. Of
course it would be ideal if we could find a cabin already built; then all
we would have to do would be to rig it up. But we are game sports, every
man of us, and if we can't find any such cabin built, let's locate an
ideal spot and build one. Nothing real fancy or expensive, but just a
typical mountain house that's weather-tight and warm. Of course we'd want
a big fireplace like the one at Bruin Inn. It would be a great big job,
but we could take our time to it. We'd have all winter, and more, if we
needed it. Now, what we want is your suggestion, understand; we are just
talking and planning about it yet."

"Gee, it would be an awful pile of work," complained Sleepy Smith, and he
yawned and stretched himself. "Work! of course it would be work, you dub;
but what do you ever get in this world that's worth while without real
work, I'd like to know."

"Work! that's the best part of it; nothing in the world could bind us
fellows together so tight as to do a big piece of real work together. We
would show each other what we're made of. I always have wanted to build a
cabin in the mountains. It would be a great deal better to build one than