Thwack! went the ax into the wood. Ned was strong, and every blow told. His mother, hearing the chopping, smiled to herself. She knew about the B's.
"Whew!" said Ned presently, stopping for breath. "This is being B Number One, all right. Two B's in one morning aren't so bad!"
"Hi, Ned!" came over the fence as he started for the house with an armful of wood. "Why don't you come over? You said you had a new glove."
"Have," answered Ned as two other members of the Three B's climbed into sight. "Wait a minute."
He dumped his wood into the box in the kitchen, and then ran proudly back with the precious glove. "Here it is."
The boys felt of it, pinched it, tried it on. "It's a dandy. Come on and catch!" they urged.
"Can't just yet. You can use it till I come." And Ned returned to his work, while the boys ran off with the glove.
The Three B's met at Ned's house that afternoon. The club always reported once a week on their success as B's.
