The High School Boys Fishing Trip | Page 6

retorted Reade once more. "Danny, in the name of mercy, take that grin of yours around the corner and lose it!"
"I'll try," promised Dan, "provided you'll tell us who caught you last night, and why he punched your face."
But Tom, knowing that he had them all wild with curiosity, refused to reveal the secret.
"Now, let's get back to the big fishing trip," begged Greg Holmes. "Dick, what's the plan?"
"We start to-morrow," Prescott rejoined.
"Humph!" grunted Holmes. "We knew that all along. What we want are the particulars in detail."
"In the next place, then," Dick replied, "we shall devote a good deal of our time, while away, to the pleasurable excitement of fishing."
"Perhaps you won't be able to get away," Greg retorted, "if you go on stringing us in that fashion. I warn you that we're becoming impatient."
"That's right," nodded Dave Darrin. "Get down to actual particulars, Dick."
"Well, then," Prescott resumed, "we meet at the same old grocery store in the morning. There we stock up with food."
"Are we going to hire a horse and wagon for transporting our tent, cots, bedding and food?" Dan asked.
"No," Dick replied. "I've been thinking that over, and the funds won't stand it. So I've rented a push cart for two dollars. We can keep it as long as we need it. The tent, folding cots, blankets, pillows and kitchen utensils will go on the cart."
"Do we have to push that cart?" demanded Danny Grin, looking displeased.
"We do, if we want the cart to go along with us," Dick admitted.
Danny Grin groaned dismally as he remarked:
"That one detail of the arrangements just about spoils all the pleasure of the trip, then."
"No, it won't," Dick reported promptly. "I've looked into that. The wheels are well greased---the axles, I mean. I've loaded the cart with more weight than we shall put on it, and it pushes along very easily. If we come to a bad stretch of road, then two fellows can manage the cart at a time. The scheme saves us a lot of expense, fellows."
"Will all the food go on the cart, tool" asked Dave.
"Each one of us can carry some of the food," Dick replied.
Then his eye, roving from face to face, took in the fact that his chums were not impressed with the proposed method of transportation.
"Cheer up, fellows," he begged. "You'll find that it will be pretty easy, after all."
"I'd rather believe you, Dick, than have it proved to me," was Tom Reade's dejected answer. "I thought we were going away for pleasure and rest, but I suppose we can work our way if we have to."
None of these high school boys are strangers to our readers. Everyone remembers the first really public appearance of Dick & Co., as set forth in the first volume of the "Grammar School Boys Series." Then we met them again in the first volume of the "High School Boys Series," entitled, "The High School Freshmen." That stormy first year of high school life was one that Dick & Co. could never forget. In the second volume, "The High School Pitcher," we found Dick & Co. actively engaged in athletics, though in their sophomore year they did not attempt to make the eleven, but waited until the spring to try for the baseball nine. In the third volume, "The High School Left End," Dick & Co. were shown in their struggles to make the eleven, against some clever candidates, and also in the face of bitter opposition from a certain clique of high school boys who considered themselves to be of better social standing than Dick and his chosen comrades.
In the "_High School Boys' Vacation Series_" our readers have followed Dick & Co. through their summer pleasures and sports. In the first volume of this present series, "_The High School Boys' Canoe Club_," the adventures are described that fell to the lot of Prescott, Darrin, Reade and the others in the summer following their freshman high school year. In the second volume, "The High School Boys In Summer Camp," our readers found an absorbing narrative of the startling doings of Dick & Co. in the summer following their sophomore year. And now, in this present volume, we at last come upon our young friends at the beginning of their vacation season after the completion of their junior year, with its football victories. Now they are budding seniors, ready to enter the final, graduating class of Gridley High School in the coming autumn.
As Dick looked into the faces of his chums he laughed.
"So you don't like the push-cart idea, eh?" he demanded. "All right; if you fellows would rather loaf than eat-----"
"We can hire a horse, and still have money enough left to eat," protested Tom. "See here, Dick, although fishing is great fun while it lasts, we shan't