I shan't let you go, and I shall tell the home folks that you're enjoying a well-won rest." "But don't you let any of the Preston High School fellows know how crippled you found us," begged Dave Darrin.
"What would you care, if I did ?" laughed Mr.Tyndall.

"You fellows won the race, didn't you?
And I'll wager that the Preston boys are feeling a whole lot worse than you are.

Don't come! Good night." "Tyndall is a brick to let us off," sighed Tom gratefully, as he sank down once more.
Later on Dick & Co.

emerged from the tent, started a fire, and had supper, though they did not pay great attention to the meal.
"I wouldn't want to race every day," grunted Reade, as he squatted near the fire after supper.
"If we did," Dick retorted, "we'd speedily get over these aches and this stiffness." For an hour or so the boys remained about the fire.

Dan Dalzell was the first to slip away to his blankets.