A fellow doesn't get a treat like this every day. Gee! It's great to go camping without having to take a thing along except one little knapsack full, and to be able to chase around all day with nothing on but trunks! We'll be regular Indians. Won't take us long to look as sweet as we did when we got home from school after scrapping through that Paradise Alley gang. Remember that bunch, Cat?" Jimmy grinned at his friend.
"Do I? Well, I should smile. Look here, see this little souvenir over my left eye one of those suckers handed me with a brickbat? I reckon I do remember 'em."
"Ye-ah, and I tried to stop the blood with a piece of brown paper while you were yelling like murder," returned Jimmy, glowing with these memories of his early youth, "and gee! When I got home, Mother wanted to know why in thunder I was so bloody, and I asked her how she expected a fellow to keep clean when he had to fight his way from school every day through a gang of hoboes. Gosh! those Paradise Alleycats were lulus. A white collar and a clean shirt set those guys wild, same as a
