"Then---my! Won't folks be laughing at us ?" "It's a mean trick," cried Dave indignantly.

"I wish I had that Dodge fellow here, right now! I believe that I'm master of enough English to convey to him an idea of just what I think of him!" "I wouldn't waste any of my carefully acquired English on him," growled Tom Reade.
"What would you do---skin your other knuckles ?" inquired Danny Grin innocently.
"We're wasting too much time punishing a fellow who isn't here," Dick broke in.

"Let's get forward.

After another mile Dalzell and I will take the cart and get it over some of the ground.
Now, forward, march!" It was noticed that Dave Darrin walked with clenched-fists.

Tom took long strides that carried him in advance of the others.
Dick Prescott was mostly silent, yet in his eyes there was a steady light, and a grim look about his mouth, that bespoke the possibility of some inconvenience to Bert Dodge and his friend, should that pair fall into the hands of Dick & Co.