"Who's Rip?" Bob Hartwell asked curiously. Then: "Oh, I beg your
pardon for being too inquisitive," as he saw Dick frown at Dalzell.
"I'm going to remain on the float, while you fellows go up into
the hotel grounds," said Tom.
"All of you go, and I'll stay and watch your canoe," suggested
Bob Hartwell. "That is, if you're willing to trust me as sentry."
"Of course we're willing," Dick responded. "But it's only right
that one of our own crowd should do such work. Are you coming
up with us, Hartwell?"
"Why, yes," Bob answered, "if I can't be of any service to you
here."
Slowly the boys sauntered up through the walks. Then out on the
porch came Manager Wright, waving a yellow envelope.
"That's probably the answer from the Athletic Council of Gridley
High School," Dick explained, turning to Hartwell. "You don't
mind if I run on ahead and leave you, do you?"
"You may run on ahead and leave me if you're as handy at running
as you are at bragging," chuckled Bob. All of the boys in the
group were soon at the porch. Mr. Wright descended the steps
to hand Dick the envelope.
Dick tore open the envelope hurriedly.
"It's all right!" he called gleefully. "Mr. Howgate sends this
word:"
_"'Athletic Council approves and sanctions your representing Gridley
High School on the water with your Canoe Club. Wish you success!
Be careful not to risk lowering Gridley's standard in sports
through recklessness.
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