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“Well, Tom, it sure is a dandy plan!”“That’s right! A hunting trip to the Adirondacks will just suit me!”“And we couldn’t have better weather than this, nor a better time than the coming holiday season.”Three lads, who had made the above remarks, came to a whirling stop on their shining, nickeled skates and gathered in a small ring about the fourth member of the little party, Tom Fairfield by name. Tom listened to what was said, and remarked:“Well, fellows, I’m glad you like my plan. Now I think——”“Like it! I should say we did!” cried the smallest of the three lads grouped about the one in the centre. “Why, it’s the best ever!” and he did a spread eagle on his skates, so full of life did he feel that crisp December day.“Do you really think we can get any game?” asked Jack Fitch, as he loosed his mackinaw at[2] the throat, for he had warmed himself by a vigorous burst of skating just before the little halt that had ended in the impromptu vote of thanks to Tom.“Get game? Well, I should say we could!” cried another of the lads.“What do you know about it, Bert Wilson?” demanded Jack. “Were you ever up there?”“No, but I’m sure Tom Fairfield wouldn’t ask us up to a hunter’s camp unless he was reasonably sure that we could get some kind of game. I’m not very particular what kind,” Bert went on, “as long as it’s game—a bear, a mountain lion, a lynx—I’m not hard to suit,” he added magnanimously.“Well, I should say not!” laughed Tom.“But say!” exclaimed the youngest member of the quartette—George Abbot by name. “Do you really think we can bag a bear? Or a lynx, maybe? Or even a fox? Are there really any big animals up there, Tom? What sort of a gun had I better take? And what about an outfit? Do you think——”Tom reached out and gently placed a gloved hand over the mouth of the questioner, thereby cutting off, for the time being, the flow of interrogations.“Just a moment, Why, if you please,” he said, giving George the nickname his fellow students at[3] Elmwood Hall had fastened on the lad who seemed to be a human question mark.“Well, I—er—Buu—er—gurg——”But that was the nearest semblance to speaking that George could accomplish. His companions laughed at him. He finally made a sign that he would desist if Tom removed the hand-gag, and when this had been done, Jack proposed a little sprint down to one end of the small lake on which they were skating.“No, we’ve had enough racing to-day,” declared Bert Wilson. “I vote Tom tells us more about this hunters’ camp, and what we expect to do there.”“All right, I’m agreeable,” Jack said.
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