PLANNING THE CAMPAIGN

“Great news, Jerry!  The storm last night damaged the roof of the academy so that it has been condemned as unsafe.  And the Head has decided that there can be no school held for two weeks.”

“So Watkins was just telling me.  He says most of the outside students are to be sent home again until repairs can be made.  And I was just thinking that while I’m sorry for the Head, it opens up a jolly good prospect for some of us.”

“How’s that, Jerry?  For myself, I was just feeling glad to be back at my desk again, after vacation, and now it’s knock around again.”

“All right, just stop and consider.  There are four boys I know of, constituting the Rod, Gun and Camera Club, who have been busy planning an outing for next summer, back of the lumber camps at the head of the lake.  Talk to me about opportunities, what’s to hinder us going into the woods right now, and making use of our rods, guns, and that elegant new camera your mother gave you on your birthday last week?” demanded the boy called Jerry.

“What’s all this about, you two conspirators?” demanded one of two other boys, swinging alongside just then, as though sure of a hearty welcome, and a voice at the council fire.

“Glad you came, Frank and Bluff, for I want your opinion.  Jerry has just sprung an astonishing idea on me, and I’m so dazed I hardly know what to say.  Are you ready for the question?  All in favor of spending the two weeks’ additional vacation out in camp back of the lumbermen’s diggings say ay!”

The two newcomers looked at each other as if trying to grasp the immensity of the proposition; then they pulled off their hats, and giving a shout threw them into the air while both roared the affirmative word: 

“Ay!”

Jerry looked at Will, with a broad smile of delight on his face.

“Three against one—­the motion is carried!” he declared, triumphantly.

“Oh! come, I wasn’t opposed to it in the start, only you stunned me by such a sudden and glorious idea.  We’ll meet with some opposition at home, I expect; but where there’s a will there’s a way; and I move we make it unanimous!” Will Milton hastened to remark.

“Bravo! consider it carried; and just to think what a chance it will be for me to try out my new outfit!” exclaimed the fourth boy, he who had been called by the queer name of “Bluff” by one of his comrades; possibly because, being the only son of a prominent lawyer, Dick Masters may have been addicted to the habit of putting up a bold face even when his heart was weak.

Jerry looked at him rather superciliously at this remark, and threw up his hands in a manner to indicate discouragement.

“I’m genuinely sorry for the feathered and furry game of the woods when the Great Hunter breaks loose with that terrible pump-gun.  Mighty little chance for anything to get away after that is leveled, and the Gatling opens fire,” he remarked scornfully.