One of the younger boys was noticeably uneasy, and in reply to the question, "Don't you want the procession?" said:
"Oh yes! but the battle's far jollier. I like the smell and bang of gunpowder, and I've been studying a receipt for a powerful noise."
"What's that—a good receipt for a noise?" and the next instant the boy was surrounded by his fellows.
"Yes, simple enough too—nothing but chlorate of potash and sulphur mixed; you should put several pieces of paper around it, though, and hammer it down as heavy as you can."
Just then was heard a sharp whistle, and Alec, with a jump on his wheel, called, "Good-by, all; it's time for me to start home." And a minute later those who were watching saw a bicycle-race along the road.