"I'm afraid you're not cured yet," commented Ned with a laugh. "It was all for your good, Jim."
"That's all right. I appreciate that, and I'm much obliged to you. Can I have that turtle?"
"What for?"
"Why, I thought maybe I could educate it," and Jim smiled.
"Go ahead; take it if you want to," Ned replied. "I had trouble enough catching it in the river."
Jim carried off the turtle, and the crowd of boys and girls, laughing and joking about the lazy race, gradually dispersed.
"Wonder what Jim wanted of the turtle?" asked Fenn, as the four chums walked along.
"Give it up," said Ned. "Going to train it to waltz maybe."
"More like he's going to play some joke on you for what you did," suggested Frank, who was in better spirits than his friends had observed him to be for some time.
And that was exactly what happened. When the chums got to school the next Monday morning, they were met with queer glances on every side. At last Ned demanded: