The day was closing in a gorgeous sunset. In fifteen minutes more the sun would be down, but there would still be left the long July twilight.
"Did any of you ever see a more beautiful summer day than this has been?" asked Harry Hazelton presently.
"I haven't anything to offer in the line of such experience,"
Tom confessed.
"There are some days," Hazelton went on half dreamily, "that somehow makes a fellow feel thoroughly contented with himself."
"That's the way I feel to-night," Tom admitted, with an indolent air.
"I'd be contented if I knew one thing, and I suspect that you fellows might be able to tell me, if you only would."
None noticed the twinkle in Prescott's eyes as he spoke.
"I'll offer!" cried Tom good-humoredly. "If it's anything I can tell you, I'll do it."
"S-t-u-n-g!" spelled Dick slowly.
Tom suddenly sat up, glaring suspiciously at his chum.