"For gracious' sake, Tom, what's all the racket about? I thought we had
all the noise we wanted last night, when we broke up camp."

"It's news, Dick, glorious news," returned Tom Rover, and he began to
dance a jig on the tent flooring. "It's the best ever."

"It won't be glorious news if you bring this tent down on our heads,"
answered Dick Rover. "Have you discovered a gold mine?"

"Better than that, Dick. I've discovered what we are going to do with
ourselves this summer."

"I thought we were going back to the farm, to rest up, now that the
term at Putnam Hall is at an end."

"Pooh! Who wants to rest? I've rested all I wish right in this
encampment."

"Well, what's the plan? Don't keep us in 'suspenders,' as Hans Mueller
would say."

"Dear old Hansy! That Dutch boy is my heart's own!" cried Tom,
enthusiastically. "I could not live without him. He must go along."

"Go along where?"

"On our outing this summer?"

"But where do you propose to go to, Tom?"