nearly seven o'clock
These boys had belonged to the notorious `` sorehead faction '' in the high school football squad . Going in different directions , Dick , Dave and Harry were able to make all their needed purchases in a short time . Right after that , they got out of the village , and back upon the rough trail for camp without having met their enemies . It was nearly seven o'clock when the three travelers , all but fagged out , pushed their cart in sight of camp and gave a hail that brought the other chums running to meet them . First of all , word was passed as to the successful outcome of the fish-selling expedition . `` I thought you fellows would bring us some fresh meat , '' Tom cried , when Dave unloaded the cart . `` Fresh vegetables , too ?