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The fight is therefore awarded to Mr. Treadwell." "It was by a mighty small margin, anyway," quivered Farley. "I don't feel whipped yet," remarked Dave quietly. "Oh, well, Darry," urged Farley, "don't feel humiliated over being thrashed by such a human mountain of a top classer."
"I will," Darry volunteered. Carrying clean underclothing, soap and towels from the tent, the other five started through the woods to a new swimming pool that had been discovered lately. When they returned Dave went away alone for his bath. Tom Reade, as the cook for the day, lifted the lid of the soup pot to examine the contents.
"Do you insist on calling for the second fight within fifteen minutes, Mr. Darrin?" asked Second Classman Edgerton. "For my own part, I do," replied Dave quietly; "I leave the decision to Mr. Treadwell's courtesy." "Well, of all the freaks!" muttered Mr. Wheeler, as the two fight officials walked aside to discuss the matter. "Darry," demanded the agitated Farley, "are you plumb, clean crazy?"
At the distance, however, it was not loud enough to disturb the other three, who still slept in the tent. Dick flashed the lantern inside to make sure that the sleepers were safe. At intervals the racket across the lake broke out anew. "It's my turn to go on watch again," said Darry, glancing at his watch by the light of the lantern. "You two might as well turn in."
"I want a long one," Dick laughed. "Traveling over that road was harder work than I've ever done on the football field." Their nap lasted until a little after noon. "Whee! But I'm hungry," grumbled Hazelton. "I think we may feel justified in finding a restaurant, and getting a good meal," assented Dick. "I want a steak for mine," proposed Darry. "It seems a year since we've had one."
When Bart got through with the routine work the next day, he started in to formulate his plans for the sale. It was to take place in thirty days, and the superintendent had relied on Bart's judgment to make it a success. Darry Haven came in as Bart was laboring over an advertisement for the four weekly papers of Pleasantville and vicinity. "Here," he said promptly, "you are of a literary family.
If a few were a little shy, the rest more than made it up by their welcome of me and a sort of politeness which had almost something courtly in it. Darry and Maria together gave me a seat, in the very centre and glow of the kitchen light and warmth; and the rest made a half circle around, leaving Maria's end of the room free for her operations.
The full ten minutes of searching passed without the slightest trace of a discovery. "Halt," Dick called up smilingly. "Now, join me, Darry, while I count off the hundred steps up the slope." This done, the chums started backward, keeping a course as nearly parallel with the shore as was possible. "Now, try to be keener than ever," Dick urged, as Dave paced off another twenty steps higher up.
"Is your eyesight failing, Dave?" asked Tom. "I haven't eyes in the back of my head," snapped Darry. "Say, aren't you fellows going to hurry up and free me?" "Can't you free yourself?" suggested Reade. "If I could have done that I'd now be ranging these woods in search of the perpetrator of this outrage," Darry declared. "Hurry up and untie me!"
His shirt sleeves were of a light tan color, so I suppose that is the color of his entire shirt. That, however, is the sole clue I have to the scoundrel's description." "I'd like to meet the fellow," mused Dick. "Maybe you'll have that pleasure," hinted Darry with the nearest approach to a smile he had yet shown.
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