"Go ahead!"
"Don't trust these talkative Indians with anything in advance, Dick," protested Tom Reade.
"Yes, yes—go ahead!" cried the boys.
"You won't tell, fellows, will you?" Dick fenced.
"Cross our hearts we won't."
"Well, then, fellows, the truth is that you are all on the wrong scent. I haven't thought up a blessed prank for to-night."
"Aw!" came an unbelieving chorus.
"Let's make him tell. Get hold of him. We'll paddle Dick Prescott until he'll be glad to tell."
There was a rush, but Dave and Tom got in front of Dick.
"Who wants to try the paddle first?" asked Dave, his fists clenching, as he faced the mischievous Grammar School boys.