about the sheriff and his posse, not to mention the
dogs.

"Oh! what we do miss, Herb," he lamented. "That all comes of being on
a slow coach boat. Next time I'm going to try my luck with one of the
others, and let Buster have this soft snap."

"Hurray!" cried the fat boy. "If it wasn't for breaking up the race
I'd go you right now. My! but wouldn't I have room to turn around in
when aboard the _Comfort_? It's a case of a round man in a square hole
right now, fellows. But he ain't going to stay round much longer,
because, you see, he's getting all the fat rubbed off and will soon be
a living skeleton. I'm going to look out for a job in some freak
museum after this trip."

"If you do then, it'll be as a champion eater or the fat boy," laughed
George. "Your appetite keeps on growing frightfully, and I'd like to
bet you weigh ten pounds more now than when you left home. I can tell
it by the way my boat groans whenever you step aboard. And she sinks
below the line I marked when we started, in spite of the half ton of
grub we've devoured."

"Oh! George, you frighten me," declared Nick, in mock alarm.

"Well, what's the programme for today, fellows?" asked Josh.

"It's Saturday," said Jack.

"Yes, and we agreed not to run on Sunday if we could avoid it by being
together," George added.

"This is a fine camp," Jack continued. "And we're only a few miles
below Friar's Point, in case we need a few supplies in the way of eggs,
butter and such things," Josh cut in.

"What say, fellows, shall we camp right here until we are ready for a
fresh start on Monday morning? Buster, are you willing to remain?"
Jack went on, as the president of the motor boat club.

"Me? Oh! I could squat here for a week, provided of course that there
was always plenty of provisions to keep us alive," came the immediate
reply.

"George, what do you say?"

"Stay."

"And Josh, Herb, Jimmie, are you willing to make it unanimous?" Jack
went on.

"Sure I am," replied Josh; "and both Herb and Jimmie are nodding their
heads. So that settles it. Hurrah for Sunflower Camp, and a good
rest."

They always looked back on that camp as one of the peaceful ones of the
trip. Nothing out of the way happened to disturb them. Jack and
George took a run up to Friar's Point to pick up a few needed things;
but in reality to learn in a quiet way if anything had been heard of
Erastus, the fugitive whom they had assisted because of their tende