Even Dutcher slipped out of his bunk and began to dress briskly.
"Say," he grinned, "but you fellows were somewhat scared last night." "Yes," admitted Dave.

"Weren't you ?" "Not a bit," asserted Hen bravely.

"Sa-ay----" He paused, looking around him in wonderment, then demanded tartly: "What on earth are you fellows laughing at ?" "Laughing just to--to think what boobies we were when we had the brave Hen Dutcher with us to set us a better example," answered Tom Reade sarcastically.

"No use in talking, Hen! You're the only fellow in this outfit that has any sand." "Say, you needn't try to get too funny, now," remarked Hen suspiciously.
"You fellows were all so scared that maybe you thought I was as bad as you.

But I was only putting it on, just to see how far you'd all go." "You must have been satisfied, then," returned Dick grimly, "for we surely were uneasy." Hen blandly took to himself all the credit that was offered him for his "courage," seeing which the Grammar School boys winked slyly one at another, then busied themselves with the tasks of getting breakfast.
"To-day's programme will be more work, I suppose," began Tom, as the lads seated themselves around the table.
"As I see it, it will have to be a day of work," Dick nodded.