"Master Darrin?" pursued Old Dut.
"I feel like Master Prescott, only more so," replied Dave, turning redder still.
"Master Holmes?"
"By the advice of my lawyer," rejoined Greg solemnly, "I have nothing to say."
"I'm glad to see that our young men are modest, as well as brave," continued Old Dut.
Some of the boys had been staring expectantly, some of the girls admiringly. Laura Bentley, the doctor's daughter, looked secretly pleased when she heard Dick decline to tell of his adventures.
"First class in American history will now recite," announced Old Dut, and the work of the day had begun. Yet, somehow, most of the pupils seemed to have forgotten whatever they had previously known of the campaign against Richmond.
At recess Dick, Dave and Greg, flanked by their three other chums, managed to keep clear of tormentors.
When school was out at noon, however, one boy called out:
"Are we going to have football practice this afternoon, Dick?"