"At the spring."
"Say," remarked Tag shrewdly, "you oughtn't to call a whole crowd that way. There will be more to get a share in the reward, and you won't get as much for yourself."
"Oh, bother the reward!" spoke Prescott impatiently. "All I'm thinking of, Tag, is the bother you've given us, first and last."
"I suppose I always have been a trouble to folks," Tag assented glumly. "But I'll be game—-now that I'm caught."
All the chums save Hazelton came on a run.
"Here's Tag, fellows," Dick hailed them. "He has hurt his ankle and I guess we'll have to carry him to camp."
"That'll be easy enough," declared broad shouldered Tom Reade.
"I believe I can pick, him up alone."
Tom tried. The feat would have been possible, but it would not make for the comfort of the injured boy.
"You and I will make a queen's chair," suggested Dick. Then Dave,
Greg and Dan lifted Tag to the seat thus formed.
"You'll find me heavy before you get me far," Tag informed them.