So that stunt
wouldn't do us much good, even if it happened."
Then the boys separated and went to their respective homes for
supper. But Dick Prescott did not eat as much as usual. He was
too preoccupied. He knew to a penny the amount that was in the
treasury of their little canoe club, for Mr. Prescott was holding
the money subject to his son's call. Certainly the money in the
treasury wouldn't bring about a vacation at Lake Pleasant.
Just as soon as the meal was over Dick went out, strolling back
to Main Street.
"'Lo, Dick!"
Prescott turned to recognize and nod to a barefooted boy, rather
frayed as to attire. Mart Heckler had been two classes below
him when Prescott had attended Central Grammar School. Now Mart
was waiting for the fall to enter the last grade at Central, which
was also to be his last year at school. Mart's parents were poor,
and this lad, in another year, must join the army of toilers.
"You must be having a lot of fun this vacation, Dick," remarked
Mart rather wistfully. "Lot of fun in that war canoe, isn't there?"
"Yes; there is, Mart. If we see you down at the float one of
these days we'll ask you out for a little ride."
"Will you?" asked Mart, his eyes snapping. "Fine! Now that you
fellows have your canoe I don't suppose you'll be trying to go
away anywhere this summer. Too much fun at home, eh?"
"I don't know about that," said young Prescott wistfully.
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