“Pooh! You don’t mean to say that you’d stay here if you got wet through.” “Wouldn’t we, though? You see.” “Dr. Porter wouldn’t let you.” “O, yes, he would. He always says it don’t hurt boys to get wet.” “O, he means by day. He wouldn’t let you sleep here in a storm.” “Why not? The camp is good enough.” “Good enough? It can’t keep the rain off.” “O, yes, it can.” “You haven’t enough to eat here--have you?” asked others. “Plenty.” “Nonsense! It will all be gone before two days.” “Well, can’t we easily get things? I’ve got a pistol, and mean to shoot hares and things.” Bart proudly displayed his pistol, and the sight of this formidable arm silenced all controversy. “Besides,” said Bart, proudly, “we’ve got a gun.” “A gun!” repeated the others, in low tones. “Yes; we expect to be attacked.” “Attacked? Who’d attack you?” “O, the Gaspereaugians.” (“The Gaspereaugians” was a name given by the boys to the inhabitants of Gaspereaux.) “Do you think they will?” “Of course; but if they try it, they’ll find us ready for them,” said Bart, fiercely. “We’ve hoisted our flag, and I’d like to see the Gaspereaugian that would dare to pull it down.” “Well, if it comes to that, you’ve got us, you know. We’ll be on hand.” “Of course,” said Bart, gravely. “I’ll tell you what we’re going to do: we’ll send out scouts, and if we see any signs of an attack, we’ll let you know. I’ve got a trumpet here, and when I blow three times, you’ll be along to help. See.” And Bart stepped back to a bundle, out of which he pulled a long tin horn, of the kind known among ‘longshoremen as “fog-horns.” “But we won’t blow it till we’re hard up, you know,” he continued. “We’ll only blow it if they come in a great crowd, you know.” “O, yes; of course.” The boys now broke up into little knots, and proposed all sorts of plans. A mania for camping out set in strong among them all. The example of the “B. O. W. C.” in damming the stream was to be imitated at once. Each little knot of boys had places peculiar to themselves along the same stream, some of which were the work of predecessors, and had something like a history. After a time most of the boys went back for spades, pickaxes, shovels, axes, and whatever else might be needed for the great work of camp-building. The “B. O. W. C.” then turned their attention toward the completion, of their own camp. A fireplace had still to be built, and brush cut for beds. To this they devoted themselves very vigorously, and worked till about ten o’clock, when their labors were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of Dr. Porter and Mr. Simmons. They stood for some time looking with a smile at the busy scene, before they were noticed. As soon as the boys recognized their visitors, they came up laughing, eager to describe the beauties of their camp. Dr. Porter was much amused, particularly with the flag, which floated from the mast.