"I know your secret now," thought Bart. "There's a girl behind it. By Jove! Berlin, old man, you're hard hit."
CHAPTER VII.
A BLACK SAMSON.
The sound of boyish voices at a distance finally aroused them.
"It must be the baseball squad over on the field," said Bart. "Don't you wish to go over, Carson?"
"Eh? Did you speak to me?" asked Berlin, glancing up from the pellucid water.
"Hear those chaps over on the field?"
"Yes."