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136 they began to get the cots in shape, for It was drawing on to afternoon.

The boys had two large tents, one for eating, and the other for sleeping in, and lounging during the day. A smaller one served as kitchen and storeroom.

By evening they were in good shape, and accepted an invitation to take supper at one of the cottages, the owner of which with his wife and daughters, had learned that the boys were friends of the Tylers, who had not yet arrived.

"Well, now for a good snooze!" exclaimed Tom, as they got back to their tent that night, having spent a pleasant evening with the Prudens.

"Did you bring any mosquito netting?" asked Phil. "If you didn't I"

"Silence!" warned Frank. "A certain amount of mosquito bites will do us good—put ginger into us for the rowing game."

"All right—all right!" cried Phil, quickly. "I didn't mean that," and he looked quickly at Tom, fearing a return of the morning outbreak.

"When are the girls coming?" asked Sid, as he began to get ready to turn in.

"What do you care?" asked Tom, quickly. "Didn't I see you trying to hold the hand of that youngest Miss Pruden under the table?"

"Oh, fie!" cried Frank.

"I was not!" cried Sid, indignantly. "She had