“Well, not at Delaware Water Gap, naturally.  You’ve got to move around, son.  You don’t find them by sitting all day with your feet on the rail of a hotel piazza.”

“Where do you find them, then?” Perry demanded.

Steve waved a hand vaguely aloft into the greenish radiance of the lamp.  “All round.  North, east, south and west.  Land or sea.  Adventures, Perry, are for the adventurous.  Now, here we are, three able-bodied fellows fairly capable of looking after ourselves in most situations, tired of the humdrum life of Summer resorts.  What’s to prevent our spending a couple of months together and finding some adventures?  Of course, we can’t go to Africa and shoot lions and wart-hogs—­whatever they may be,—­and we can’t fit out an Arctic exploration party and discover Ingersoll Land or Bush Inlet or Chapman’s Passage, but we could have a mighty good time, I’d say, and, even if we didn’t have many hair-breadth escapes, I’ll bet it would beat chasing tennis balls and doing the Australian crawl and keeping our white shoes and trousers clean!”

“We could be as dirty as we liked!” sighed Perry ecstatically.  “Lead me to it!”

“It sounds positively fascinating,” drawled Joe, “but just how would we go about it?  My folks, for some unfathomable reason, think quite a lot of me, and I don’t just see them letting me amble off like that; especially in—­um—­such disreputable company.”

“I should think they’d be glad to be rid of you for a Summer,” said Perry.  “Anyhow, let’s make believe it’s possible, fellows, and talk about it.”

“Why isn’t it possible?” asked Steve.  “My folks would raise objections as well as yours, Joe, but I guess I could fetch them around.  After all, there’s no more danger than in staying at home and trying to break your neck driving an automobile sixty miles an hour.  Let’s really consider the scheme, fellows.  I’m in earnest.  I want to do it.  What Perry said is just what I’ve been thinking without saying.  Why, hang it, a fellow needs something of the sort to teach him sense and give him experience.  This thing of hanging around a hotel porch all Summer makes a regular mollycoddle of a fellow.  I’m for revolt!”

“Hear!  Hear!” cried Perry enthusiastically.  “Revolution! A bas la Summer Resort! Viva Adventure!”

“Shut up, idiot!  Do you really mean it, Steve, or are you just talking?  If you mean it, I’m with you to the last—­um—­drop of blood, old chap!  I’ve always wanted to revolt about something, anyway.  One of my ancestors helped throw the English breakfast tea into Boston Harbour.  But I don’t want to get all het up about this unless there’s really something in it besides jabber.”

“We start the first day of July,” replied Steve decisively.

“Where for?”

“That is the question, friends.  Shall it be by land or sea?”

“Land,” said Joe.

“Sea,” said Perry.

“The majority rules and I cast my vote with Perry.  Adventures are more likely to be found on the water, I think, and it’s adventures we are looking for.”