But I'll find him some day, and when I do--" Frank paused. His
chums looked at him, wondering at the emphasis he put in his words. "But
let's talk about camping," the boy went on. "What do you say? Shall we go
to the woods?"
"Suits me," remarked Ned, and the others agreed that it would be as much
fun, for the vacation season, as anything they could propose.
They were soon busy talking over the details, arranging about the tent
and the cooking utensils, and discussing the best way of transporting
their camp stuff. They made some inquiries the next day and learned that
by going to Lockport they could enter the woods by an old trail, seldom
used, and could travel much more easily than if they worked their way in
by the corduroy road.
"That's what we'll do," decided Ned. "Then, Frank, maybe you can have a
chance to find your friend, Mr. Hardman."
"I don't believe I'll look for him," Frank replied. "We'll not have much
time in Lockport anyhow. I have another plan now," but he did not tell
his chums what it was.
Two weeks later school closed, and the boys completed their preparations
for going camping.
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