“HE LEANED OVER AND SEIZED THE SINKING FIGURE BY THE COLLAR.”
CHAPTER XXIII
HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF
“It’s going to be a great day,” observed Mac. “What was it the history book said, Gordon? ‘The day of their departure dawned brisk and fair’?”
“Yes,” said Gordon.
“Didn’t it say something about every soul being scared? Surely it did.”
“It said every soul was prepared,” corrected Gordon, with dignity.
“Well, Ethan Allen and his crowd hadn’t anything on us,” Mac answered.
Indeed they had not, to judge from appearances, for nearly everything which had constituted the camp and made it homelike had been loaded into the gallant Swan, which rocked gently at its moorings. The glider, after a triumphant career of record making and breaking, had been taken apart, first submissively posing for innumerable snapshots. There was talk of awarding to the graceful flier a gnome motor, some time or other, and it was agreed that meanwhile if any enterprising shopkeeper in Oakwood cared to exhibit it “as the glider in which Harry Arnold had—”
“Sh-h-h, here he comes,” said one of the scouts, in an undertone; “he’d be wild if he heard you proposing that.”
“You’re not going to trust this precious cargo to Morrel, are you, Doctor?” said Harry.