“Oh, no, mother; I struck my head, that’s all,” replied Andy, putting on a bold front. “I’ll be all right by to-morrow.” Andy limped into the house, and a servant was dispatched for a doctor. When the physician arrived he declared that the bruise was not serious. The shock to the boy’s system was worse, and he must remain quiet for a day or two. “We won’t be able to go away on Monday morning,” said Jack to the others. “Father says we had better wait until Tuesday or Wednesday.” “I don’t care,” said Harry. “I am thankful we escaped being killed.” “So am I,” put in Boxy. “And I just as lief wait, for I’m too stiff to start off on a tour just yet.” “How is Minnie?” “Oh, she’s as well as ever.” Sunday passed quietly, although the escape of the four boys was the talk of the town. On Monday Andy was found to be greatly improved, and it was decided that the start up the river should be made on the following morning at sunrise. “It won’t do to delay much longer,” said Jack, “for it looks as if we might have a heavy snowstorm before long, and that would block our chances of using the _Icicle_.” “Oh, I hope it doesn’t snow until we are settled in our camp!” cried Boxy. “I was just longing for that iceboat ride!” Even at the last moment, the boys found several things to do which had previously escaped their notice. Some stores had been forgotten, and not a bit of medicine, arnica or court-plaster had been packed with the things. All these, however, were procured, and late Monday evening Jack declared themselves prepared to depart. It may well be imagined that none of the boys slept well that night. Each was anxious for the start, and all heads were filled with visions of glorious times to come. What a great and grand thing this tour of the Zero Club was to be! Long before daylight Harry was up and dressed. His mother also arose, and saw to it that her son had a good warm breakfast before he departed. “You won’t get another like it for some time to come,” she said, with a sorry little smile. “Mark my words.” “Nonsense, mother,” he laughed. “Just think of the game we’ll shoot and the fish we’ll catch.” “Perhaps, Harry. Remember one thing, my boy; do not run into danger.” “I’ll try to remember what you say.” Harry had barely finished when Boxy came over, and, with a final good-by, the two started off for the Bascoe homestead. They found the other two members of the club waiting for them. Jack had the well-packed sled out of the barn, and Andy stood beside him, a trifle pale, but otherwise as well as ever. “Just a fine morning!” cried Jack. “And the wind blowing exactly in the right direction.” “But snow isn’t far off--my father said so,” returned Harry. “He said we would be lucky to reach Rock Island Lake without catching a downfall.” “We won’t lose another minute!” burst in Boxy. “Come on, boys! Good-by, everybody, and three cheers for the tour of the Zero Club!”