E-text prepared by Jim Ludwig
The High School Boys in Summer Camp
or
The Dick Prescott Six Training for the Gridley Eleven
By H. Irving Hancock
CHAPTERS
I. The Man in the Four-Quart-Hat
II. Dick and Some High Finance
III. The Human Mystery of the Woods
IV. Dave Darrin is Angry
V. Dick Grapples in the Dark
VI. Danger Comes on the Hoof
VII. Fighting the Mad Stampede
VIII. Visitors for the Feast
IX. Dick's Woodland Discovery
X. Setting a New Trap
XI. A Hard Prowler to Catch
XII. "Tag" is the Game—Tag Mosher!
XIII. In a Fix!
XIV. Thrashing an Ambulance Case!
XV. The Interruption of a Training Bout
XVI. Ten Minutes of Real Daring
XVII. During the Big Storm
XVIII. Mr. Page's Kind of Father
XIX. Seen in a New, Worse Light
XX. Some Imitation Villainy
XXI. The Medical Examiner Talks Training
XXII. Plating Ragtime on Mr. Bull
XXIII. What Tag "Borrowed" from the Doctor
XIV. Conclusion
"You'll find your man in the lobby of the Eagle Hotel or in theneighborhood of the hotel on Main Street," said Dick Prescott."You can hardly miss him."
"But how will I know Mr. Hibbert, when I see him?" pursued thestranger.
"I don't know that his name is Hibbert," Dick answered. "However,he is the only young man who has just reached town fresh fromEurope. His trunks are pasted all over with labels."
"You'll know the young man, sir," Tom Reade broke in, with a quietsmile. "He always wears a spite-fence collar. You could billa minstrel show on that collar."
"A collar is but a slight means of identification, in a city fullof people," remarked the stranger good-humoredly.
"Well, then, sir, your man also wears a four-quart silk hat, anda long black coat that makes you think of a neat umbrella covering,"Tom went on.
"And lavender trousers," supplemented Greg Holmes.
"Always wears these things, you say?" questioned the stranger.
"He has, so far," Dick nodded. "Mr. Hibbert has been in townonly since late yesterday afternoon, and it's only four in theafternoon to-day."
"I shall be able to find my man all right," smiled the stranger.
"You've informed me that he is stopping at the Eagle Hotel.
Until now, I knew only that Mr. Hibbert was in Gridley. Thank
you, young gentlemen."
"Now, I wonder how he knew that," murmured Tom reflectively.
"Knew what?" demanded Dave Darrin.
"That we're gentlemen," Tom responded.
"Oh, he guessed that," suggested Harry Hazelton.
"He's a good guesser, then," remarked Tom. "I always like tosee a man so discerning. I'm ashamed to confess it, but Dickis the only fellow in our crowd who looks at all like a gentleman.He is dressed in his Sunday best. Look at us!"
The other five certainly looked neat enough, even though theydid not wear their "Sunday best."
"Now, fellows, what's the lowest I'm to take for the canoe?"Dick inquired, after a glance at his watch. "The train is duein two minutes."
Instantly his five chums looked thoughtful.
"You'll get the most that you can, of course," Greg insisted.