"But can't you raise enough energy to come over in an hour ?" "If the Gridley people are really our friends," protested Tom Reade, opening his eyes, "they'll let us sleep through until to-morrow morning.

We nearly killed our tender young selves in that last big spurt, and now we must rest our bones and aching muscles." "But what can I tell the folks at the hotel ?" begged Mr.Tyndall.
"Tell 'em that we appreciate their kindness," laughed Dick.
"All right.

I'll tell them---something," murmured Mr.Tyndall, as he turned away.
"Up, all of you fellows!" commanded Dick Prescott.

"This doesn't look very gracious on our part, when an entertainment has been arranged for us.

We'll go, and attend to our aches to-morrow." But when the referee of the afternoon noted how stiffly they all moved he found himself filled with compassion.
"Don't you try to come over, boys," he urged.