The High School Boys in Summer Camp | Page 2

Tom Reade looking
aghast.
"If you send me, and leave the trade in my hands," retorted young
Prescott, "then you'll have to accept ninety dollars as the very bottom
price, or there won't be any sale."
"Hurrah!" chuckled Danny Grin. "That's the talk! Ninety---or nothing!"
"Do you think you can get that much?" asked Dave doubtingly.
"I'll have to, or I won't make any trade," Dick smiled, though there was
a glint of firmness in his eyes.
"Let it be ninety dollars or nothing, then," agreed Tom Reade, adding,
under his breath, "With the accept on the 'nothing.'"
As Dick glanced about him at the faces of his chums they all nodded
their approval.
"I have my final instructions, then," Dick announced, as the east-bound

train rolled in at the Gridley station. It had been from the westbound
train, a few minutes before, that the stranger seeking Mr. Hibbert had
alighted.
"Wish you luck, old chap!" cheered Dave, as Dick ascended the
carsteps.
"I wish us all luck," Dick called back from the car platform, "and I'll try
to bring it back to you."
The train was moving as Dick entered one of the day coaches. Silently
his chums wished that they might all have gone with Dick, instead of
turning away from the station, as they were now doing. Funds were low
with Dick & Co., however, and all hands had contributed to buy young
Prescott's round-trip ticket to Porthampton, more than an hour's ride
away.
"Do you believe Dick can get ninety dollars for the canoe?" asked Dave
at last, when the high school boys were half way to Main Street.
"Why not? It's a six-paddle war canoe, a genuine one, and in good
condition for the water," Tom Reade replied.
"But it's only a second-hand canoe," Darrin argued. "It was
second-hand when we bought it at the Wild West auction a year ago."
"That canoe is in just as good order as it ever was," Greg maintained.
"It's a shame for us to sell it at all. We could have had a lot of fun with
it this summer."
"Yes," sighed Danny Grin, "if only Harry and I hadn't been forbidden
by our parents to have anything more to do with the canoe."
"One thing is certain," spoke up Tom promptly. "With two of our
fellows barred from entering the canoe we couldn't have any fun. Dick
& Co. have always pulled together, you know. There are six of us, but
we don't break up into smaller parties, and we don't recruit our ranks
with newcomers."

"I don't see why my father had to kick so about the canoe," sighed
Harry Hazelton. "We enjoyed the good old canoe all last summer, and
not one of us got hurt in it, or from it."
"I understand why your father objects, Harry," broke in Darrin. "With
five drowning accidents from canoes hereabouts, already this summer,
and two of those accidents on our own river, your father has some right
to be nervous about the canoe."
"I can swim," argued Harry.
"So could both of the fellows who were drowned right here in the
river," rejoined Reade. "Harry, I don't blame either your father or Dan's
mother for objecting. Anyway, think of the fun we're going to have,
this summer, of a different kind."
"If we sell the canoe," Darrin laughed. "But we haven't sold it yet."
"Oh, Dick can get something for the canoe," insisted Reade.
"Yes; but 'something' won't fill the bill, now, for you all heard Dick say
he wouldn't take less than ninety dollars for it. When Dick says a thing
like that he means it. He will bring back ninety dollars, or-----"
"Or nothing," finished Dave. "Somehow, I can't just figure out what
any man would look like who'd give ninety dollars for an old
second-hand war canoe, even if it is of Indian model."
"And made of genuine birch bark, which is so hard to get these days,"
added Reade. "Fellows, I can't believe that our old Dick will come back
whipped. Defeat isn't a habit of his, you know."
So the "Co." of Dick & Co. wandered up on to Main Street, a prey to
suspense. Some hours must pass ere they could hope to know the result
of their young leader's mission at Porthampton.
All the member of Dick & Co. are assuredly familiar enough our
readers. These six young Americans, Gridleyites, amateur athletes and

high school boys, were first introduced to the reader during their
eventful days of early chumship at the Central Grammar School. Their
adventures have been related in detail in the "Grammar School Boys
Series." How they made their start in athletics, as grammar school boys,
and, more important still, how they made their beginnings in character
forming, have all been