He was weary with his long
night journey, and his chums saw evidences of the strain it had been on
him in his eyes, heavy from need of sleep, and his arms, which trembled
from the long paddling. But they did not question him.
"Here's some hot coffee!" called Fenn, as his chum drew the boat up
on the bank.
"Thanks," replied Frank. "I think I'll go to bed if you fellows don't
mind. I'm dead tired."
"We're going off fishing," said Bart. "You can do as you please, and lie
around all day."
"We'll have to have some supplies this afternoon," put in Ned. "Camp
stuff is running low. Someone has to go to some farmer's and buy some
butter, eggs and bread."
"I'll go," volunteered Frank. "I'll take the trip this afternoon."
"All right," said Ned. "We may not be back until after dinner. We're
going to take some grub with us. Go any time you want to. I guess the
camp will look after itself for a while. We haven't been bothered with
visitors since we came."
The three chums, having arranged their fishing tackle, started off, while
Frank stretched out on his cot and was soon asleep.
It was noon when he awakened, and, after getting himself something to
eat, he prepared to go for the supplies.
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