The great fortune of Anthony Harrington of Wall Street was quite useless until a couple of ruffians chose to say the word.

And meanwhile, Master Anthony, Jr., might be hacking himself all to pieces with a horrible jack-knife.
It was just when matters were at that stage that Pee-wee Harris, Elk Patrol, First Bridgeboro Troop, went in swimming for the last time that summer in the cooling water of Black Lake.

He gave a terrific cry, jumped on the springboard, howled for everybody to look, turned two complete somersaults and went kerplunk into the water with a mighty splash..