“Haven’t you seen them? They’re in the trophy-room. There are some books—” Alf groaned—“a bunch of pewter mugs and four bully tennis rackets for the swimming events.”
“Wonder Muscles didn’t put up some dumb-bells and Indian clubs,” said Alf. “What are you going to try, Dan?”
“Half-mile canoe race, with Paul here, and high dive.”
“Dive! Can you dive?” asked Alf.
“I invented diving,” replied Dan, modestly.
“Well, don’t hit your head against the bottom,” said Alf. “We shall need your services in the afternoon, Mr. Vinton. What’s the prize for the obstacle race? Some silly book, I suppose.”
“No, it’s a mug; two of them; one for you and one for Tom,” replied Dan.
“Really? Tom, we might as well go over and get them to-night.”
“Yes, if you expect to get them at all,” said Rand, unkindly.