Then a scowl darkened
his face.
"I'm the prize idiot of Gridley!" he muttered faintly.
"What's the matter now?" Dave Darrin demanded.
"The canoe is lost, and it's all my fault," moaned Dalzell. "Oh,
dear! Oh, dear!"
"Bother the canoe!" cried Dick impatiently. "We're lucky enough
that no lives have been lost."
"But I---I turned and upset the craft," wailed Dan.
"There were others of us," said Greg sheepishly. "If we had had
the sense of babies none of us would have turned, and there wouldn't
have been any accident."
"This is no time to talk about canoe etiquette," Prescott declared.
"Let us be thankful that we're all here. We'll wait until Dan
is himself again before we do any talking."
"I'm all right," protested Dan Dalzell.
"Yes; I believe you are," Driggs nodded.
"'T' any rate, you won't die now of that dose of river water."
"Party ready to come back aboard the launch?" called the helmsman.
"Oh, don't hurry us, just now!" appealed Laura Bentley, going
over to him quietly. "We're all so interested and concerned in
what is going on over here."
So the helmsman waited, grumbling quietly to himself.
Some twenty of the high school girls had chartered the launch
for a morning ride up the river. Dainty enough the girls looked
in their cool summer finery. They formed a bright picture as
they stood grouped about Dick & Co. and the other male members
of the party.
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