CHAPTER XXVIII.
ON THE TRAIL The boat glided swiftly through the dark water.
"Nick will get the silver cup for that stunt," said Norris.
"He'll get a punch in the eye if he doesn't have a car for us," said Scoutmaster Ned.
"I wonder how he did." "Town hall," said Scoutmaster Ned; "that kid thinks quick.

If he'd only learn to tie a knot he'd be a scout.

Vernon's a pretty good kid, though; he's better than Mount Vernon anyway.

Pull on your left a little, Bill.
What's the matter; got the sleeping sickness?
Pull straight for that light." "If that wasn't a stunt, what is ?" said Norris.
"You are," said Scoutmaster Ned.

"We're not handing out silver cups to-night.