ON THE WAY TO CAMP Were going into the woods light this time, it seems, boys. Remember, Bluff, we sent along most of our stuff, such as blankets and grub, as also the cooking outfit, in charge of old Anthony, the stage driver. Thats a fact, Will, and he was to leave it at the abandoned mine shaft, from which point we expect to make pack horses of ourselves. True for you, Jerry! And unless Frank here has made a mistake in his reckoning were due to reach that hole in the ground before another hour. How about that, Frank? Well fetch up there in less time than that I reckon, fellows. To tell you the truth, it cant be more than a mile away from here. Bully for that! And after we get over the peak of this rocky ridge we ought to be on the down-grade most of the way. When Jerry Wallington gave expression to his gratitude after this fashion, two of his companions waved their hats as though he voiced their sentiments. One of these boys was Will Milton, and while he did not seem to be quite as vigorous as his chums, still his active life during the last two years had done much to build up his strength. As for Bluff Masters, any one could see from his looks that he had a constitution of iron, while his face told of determination bordering on obstinacy. The fourth member of the little party tramping along this road leading over the ridge was Frank Langdon. He was a boy of many parts, able to take the lead in most matters, and looked up to by his comrades. All of them lived in the town of Centerville, where, on account of their love for the open and for camp life, they had become known as the Outdoor Chums. Fortune had indeed been kind to these four boys, and allowed them to enjoy opportunities for real sport that come the way of few lads. They had first called themselves the Rod, Gun and Camera Club, because their activities in the woods partook of the nature of these several branches of sport. Will was an ardent photographer, and his work had received high praise. Indeed, it was only recently that he had captured a cash prize offered by a prominent newspaper for the best collection of flashlight pictures of wild animals in their native haunts. This had been accomplished only after the most persistent and laborious efforts. It was carried out during a delightful trip, taken by the boys to the Maine country, where they met with some exceedingly interesting adventures, all of which were set down in the seventh volume of this series, under the title of The Outdoor Chums in the Big Woods; Or, The Rival Hunters of Lumber Run. Those readers who have followed the fortunes of Frank and his three wide-awake comrades in previous stories have of course come to look on them as old friends, and need no further introduction. As there may be some, however, who are now making their acquaintance for the first time it may be well to mention a few things connected with their past, as well as to explain why they were now bound for a new camping ground in a region they had never before visited....