"Never came within a mile of em!" cried Roger, gayly, and then the car whirled out of hearing.
As they passed on, the lads frequently looked at the sky. But the clouds, that had been gathering, appeared to drift away to the north ward.
"Maybe the storm is going around us," suggested Phil.
"I hope so," answered Dave. "I don't like to travel in an auto in wet weather—too much danger of skidding."
A little later they came in sight of the lake and the first of the cottages, and then they ran up to one of the big hotels. A young fellow on the veranda waved his hand to them.
"There is Bert, now!" cried Roger. And then the young fellow, who had been telephoned to early in the morning, ran down the steps to meet Roger and was speedily introduced to the others.
"It's going to be a dandy concert this afternoon," said Bert Passmore. "The bandmaster is going to play one of his new marches and a medley of patriotic airs, as well as a piece called 'A Hunt in a Storm.' They say it's fine."
"I hope they don't have to play it in a storm," returned Dave, with another look at the sky.
"Oh, that storm has gone the other way,"
