After the horses had been cared for Dave Brandon, on looking around, discovered a spot which promised to afford a delightful resting place; and, in order to see if his ideas were correct, promptly tested it.
The result proved highly satisfactory.
Seeing this, the tired, hot and dusty Larry Burnham, after washing his face and hands in the creek, and satisfying his thirst with the fresh, cool water, sauntered back to the glade and imitated Dave with considerable success.
There was no doubt that the blond lad, as Tom often declared, lacked get up and go. He had everything in him to make a great success but the willingness to hustle. His laziness differed from Dave’s; for while the former editor of the High School “Reflector” often indulged in periods of rest, it was more in order to allow his mental faculties full play. Then, too, Dave could be very strenuous and determined when anything called for such an effort.
And no one had ever seen Larry Burnham either active or strenuous, although he was generally known to be determined—to exert himself as little as possible on all occasions.
Presently the noise of the hatchets stopped, and Tom Clifton, bearing in his arms an enormous quantity of brush and wood, was seen approaching. He threw his burden down on the grass, then began to eye Larry sternly.
“What are you sitting there for?” he demanded.
“Resting, thank you, Mr. Clifton,” responded Larry, sweetly.
“You’re a nice one, I must say.”
“Yes, as fellows go, I suppose I must be pretty nice,” chirped Larry.