“Just as soon as we can. In about a week, I guess. I’ll have to get a lot of things together. I’ve got a tent that will do, but we’ll need another small one to cook in, and a connecting piece of canvas for an awning so we can go from the kitchen to the dining room when it rains, without getting wet. The only thing I’m sorry about is leaving the _Tag_ behind.” “Why don’t you take her along?” “By Jove!” cried Tom. “I never thought of that. I believe I will. I wonder if I could ship her to Lake Woonset?” “I don’t see why not,” declared Dick. “I’ll find out from dad,” declared Tom. “Then go right back and do it,” suggested Dick. “We might as well get this thing settled.” Tom turned the boat back, and in a short time was getting information from his father about the shipping facilities to Lake Woonset. “You can get the boat up there all right,” declared Mr. Fairfield, “but you’ll have to hire some sort of a truck to haul it to the lake, as it isn’t near any railroad station.” “Oh, we’ll manage it,” declared Tom. “Now I’m going to mail the letters to Jack and Bert.” The missives were posted, and then Tom and Dick began to make out lists of what they needed, and to get their camping outfits together. This took them several days, and in the meanwhile word came back from Tom’s two school chums that they would come on at once. They were delighted with the prospect of going camping in such a location as Tom described, though he did not give them all the particulars by letter. “If we’re going to take the motorboat,” said Dick, one afternoon, about a week later, “we had better make a sort of crate for it, hadn’t we.” “Yes, and take off the rudder and propeller,” added Tom. “It’s going to be quite a job, but I guess we can manage it.” They at once began this task, the tent and other camping supplies having been gotten in readiness to ship. At work on the crate for the boat the next afternoon, Tom was surprised to hear a shout behind him. “Hi there, old man!” a voice called. “What in the world are you up to?” Tom turned to behold his two school chums, Jack and Bert, coming toward him. “Well for cats’ sake!” he cried, running forward. “I didn’t expect you until to-morrow? How’d you find me down here?” for Tom was at work in his boathouse. “We managed to get off sooner than we expected,” said Jack, as he and Bert shook hands with Tom. “And we hiked for your house as soon as we landed,” added Bert. “Your folks said you were down here, and we managed to find the place without getting lost more than ten times,” broke in Jack with a laugh. “Now what’s going on? Tell us all about it.” “I’m going to take the boat along,” explained Tom. “And say, talk about luck! We’re going to camp near a mysterious old mill, and there’s a wild man roaming through the woods up there, who may sneak in and scalp us any night.” “Great!” cried Jack. “All to the string beans!” exclaimed Bert. “How did you happen to stumble on such a combination as that?”