"Why,
we don't have to do that. We shall be ready to hand you a beating,
though, at any time you ask for it. We can't help beating you,
you know. It's the Gridley way!"
"Brag is a good dog," derided Brown from the bow seat of the Preston
canoe.
"We keep both dogs here," Dave shouted tantalizingly.
"Are you coming out to wallop us?" Hartwell insisted.
"Yes; if you insist upon it," Dick agreed. "But we don't like
to do it."
"Get into your canoe and come out and see how much of your brag
you can make good," was Hartwell's calm reply.
"What? Now?" Prescott inquired.
"'Now' is always the best time to do a thing," declared Mason,
of Preston High School.
"Oh, no," smiled Dick, with a shake of his head. "You fellows
have been out for some time this morning. You'll have to give
us time to warm up properly."
"I didn't suppose Gridley needed a little thing like that," Hartwell
taunted. "You Gridleyites are such sure winners, you know, that
you ought not to need such a little thing as preparation."
"One of the reasons why Gridley wins," Dick retorted, "is that
we always use common sense when entering sporting events. So
we'll ask you to oblige us with a gift of our rights in the matter.
In fifteen minutes we'll be ready for you."
Gently the canoe was launched in the water. Harry, with a remembrance
of yesterday's events, called Towser, saying sternly:
"Stay right here, boy, and watch.
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