Andy sent many a dark look across at the tall boy he secretly feared, but apparently he knew that this was no time to bring matters to a head, and hence there was nothing said; but the look on his freckled face told of dark intentions.

CHAPTER III

THE RACE FOR A CAMP-SITE

“All aboard for Kamp Kill Kare!”

Frank Langdon jumped off his motor-cycle as he shouted these words, and there was a scurrying among the other three boys, who had gathered at the house of Will, which had been mentioned as a place of meeting.

Each motor-cycle had numerous small packages secured about it after the individual fancy of the owner.  Will carried his precious camera over his shoulder, but the tripod, a folding affair of the latest patent, was tied to his wheel; Jerry and Frank had their guns securely cased, and so arranged that they would not interfere with either the working of the machine or any jumping on and off; while Bluff carried his new repeating shotgun hung from his back with a strap.

He saw Jerry eyeing the same with a sneer, and was up in arms immediately.

“Just you wait, and don’t cry before you’re hurt.  This bang-up modern machine shooter is no more murderous for me than yours is in your hands.  ‘Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof!’ and I’m ready to compare notes at the end of our little expedition, to see who has slaughtered the most game,” and Bluff wagged his round head with its thatch of yellow hair, defiantly.

“Well, a man is known by the company he keeps, and any true sportsman—­” began Jerry, ready to open the discussion on the spot.

“Rats!” exclaimed Will, as he got in readiness to mount his machine; “stow all that hot air until the first chilly night.  Perhaps you’ll need it before long.  I say, Frank?”

“Well, what?”

“Has the wagon started along?” asked the other, eagerly.

“Yes, I saw it off before coming over here.  Everything’s aboard, and unless old Uncle Toby has an accident on the road, he guarantees to get up there shortly after noon,” replied the leader, quietly.

“So, you got your hired man to do the driving; and I’ve half a suspicion the team comes from your place, too.  That’s mighty nice of your father, Frank.  Suppose we could keep Toby with us one night to see us started?”

“Father said we could have him all we wanted.  He can take the horses over to the nearest farm, where we expect to get our supply of fresh eggs, and then do a part of the cooking for us, as well as chop wood and some other stunts that, say what you will, kind of pall on a fellow after a little while.”

“Better and better,” remarked Jerry, who had been known on occasion to flunk when it came to drudgery, and wanted to be fishing or roaming pretty much all the day, and every day.

“Well, the reason I asked was this:  I wouldn’t wonder but what Andy Lasher and his pals might plan to intercept our supplies, and do something mean to break up our fun,” continued Will, earnestly.