The Outdoor Chums eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 170 pages of information about The Outdoor Chums.

The Outdoor Chums eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 170 pages of information about The Outdoor Chums.

Frank rubbed his hands with pleasure when, an hour or more later, he came over to take a look at it, having completed his own task, as the quantity of tent pegs announced.

“That’s fine, fellows” he declared, laughing.  “If you’d ever gone through what I did once, when lost in the Maine woods one bitter cold night, you’d never think you could have too big a pile of the stuff.  Perhaps some time I’ll tell you about that experience; for I’ll never forget it, never.  But, Jerry, suppose we get ready to run back to the lumber shack, and wait there for the wagon?  I won’t be easy until we see it here.  A little snack first from the grub I’ve got here, and which Nellie put up for us, and then we’ll meander over the back trail,” he said.

“Grub!” exclaimed Bluff, starting up from the soft, mossy cushion he had fashioned, after doing his little stunt with the ax; “count me in, please, and especially if your sister put it up, Frank, for I reckon it must be the boss feed then.”

At which the others smiled, for Bluff’s weakness regarding Frank’s pretty sister was something of a joke among them.

But when the package was undone there were broad grins, for dainty sandwiches flanked by a generous assortment of wings and drumsticks, connected at one time with a number of spring chickens, came into view, besides some pickles, and even a bunch of cookies, which Frank assured his chums had been actually made by the fair hands of Nellie herself.

They had hardly known just how hungry they were until the first bite was taken, and then little was said for some time, on account of the rapidity with which those four sets of sturdy jaws worked.

But, as might have been expected, Bluff was the first one to reach out his hand and secure one of the aforesaid cookies, which he munched with closed eyes, as if mentally picturing the sweet girl from whom the treat had come.

“All ready for the road, Jerry!” exclaimed Frank, jumping up.

“On deck, captain; I’m with you,” came the reply, just as cheerily.

“You fellows keep a good watch, though I don’t fancy you’ll be bothered by the three advance scouts of the Lasher brigade,” remarked Frank, as he pushed his machine into position, and prepared to run with it for a start.

“Huh!” grunted Jerry, casting a side glance toward Bluff, who was already shifting his repeating shotgun to a position where it could lie across his knees as he sat there on his mossy hassock; “I bet they won’t, not as long as that thing is in sight.  Talk about your scarecrows, I’d like to wager—­”

“To be continued in our next; come along, Jerry,” cried Frank, as he started on.

A minute later the merry popping of the two exhausts told that the convoy for the “chuck-wagon,” as they called it, was on the way.

CHAPTER V

THE FIRST CAMP SUPPER

“They don’t seem to be around,” said Jerry, when he and his chum had covered at least half the distance to the lumber camp, without seeing a sign of the three fellows who had tried to dispute their advance in the morning.

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