"Hello, Pete, why didn't you wait?" Merritt called out, and then
Herring saw him and he saw the boys.
"Huh! you made me fall into the river!" Merritt snorted, "and I had
to buy a suit of clothes. You'll have to pay for them."
"And for the doctor's prescription?" said Percival pointedly, for
the bully's breath smelled of something stronger than milk or
lemonade. "Spirits may be good to prevent a chill, Merritt, but
you want to be careful how you use them."
"Come on, Pete," snarled Merritt, turning red. "They aren't worth
wasting time on," and the bullies went one way while Jack and Dick
went another.
"There won't be any trouble, Dick," said Jack.
"No, I don't think there will"
CHAPTER III
EVIL INTENTIONS THWARTED
The Hilltop boys marched down to their camp the next day, and after
they were settled Jack went with Percival to get his boat, Dick's
having been sent down to the camp in the morning.
The camp was on the river away from the railroad in a pleasant bit
of woods a mile or so below the town so that they had all the charms
of country life about them with the town near enough at hand in case
they wanted to get anything.
There were tents to sleep in, a dining tent and one for the kitchen,
and a big pavilion where the boys could do what little work they were
expected to do during their stay on the river.
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