"We got here a little later than I expected, and Ned
and I hardly have time to go very far and establish a temporary
camp. We'll live a life of luxurious ease to-night and begin to
be 'wanderlusters' and get back to nature to-morrow."
In the morning Tom and his chum, full of enthusiasm for the
pleasures before them, started off, promising to come back to the
hotel in a few days to see how Mr. Swift felt. The trip had
already done the man good and his face wore a brighter look.
Tom and Ned, in the speedy ARROW, cruised along the lakeshores all
that morning. At noon they, went ashore, made a temporary camp
and arranged to spend the night there in the tent. After this was
erected they got out their fishing tackle and passed the afternoon
at that sport, having such good luck that they provided their own
supper without having to depend on canned stuff.
They lived this life for three days, making a new camp each night,
being favored with good weather, so that they did not have to
sleep in the boat to keep dry. On the afternoon of the third
day Tom, with a critical glance at the sky, remarked:
"I shouldn't be surprised if it rained to-morrow, Ned."
"Me either. It does look sort of hazy, and the wind is in a bad
quarter."
"Then what do you say to heading for the hotel? I fancy dad will
be glad to see us.
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