At last Dan Dalzell secured one for a nickel, paid his money and proudly tucked his purchase under his arm.
"Bring out the grand war canoe!" called the auctioneer at last.
Now every drop of blood in Dick Prescott's body tingled.

His chums, too, were equally aroused.

It was this that they had hope of securing---if it went off at a price next to nothing! So intensely interested were the six young high school athletes in the proceedings now that each one steeled himself to prevent betraying the fact.

All were aware that Fred Ripley's malicious eyes were watching them.

If he suspected that they wanted the canoe he could put the bidding up to a figure that would make their wishes impossible of fulfillment.
Dick yawned.