are in it." She passed the glass to Belle Meade, who took an eager peep through it.
"Hurrah! Gridley High School! Hurrah!" chorused the other girls.
Their voices must have traveled across the water, for Prescott, at the stern of the war canoe, suddenly gave a couple of strokes with his wet, flashing paddle, that swung the prow around, driving the canoe straight in the direction of the landing float.
"Hurrah! Gridley High School! Hurrah!" called the girls again, giving the high school yell of the girls of that institution of learning.
In answer a series of whoops came over the water.
"They're coming at racing speed!" cried Laura.
"Which shows how devoted the boys of our high school are to the young ladies," laughed Belle.
Within a few minutes the canoe was quite close, and coming on swiftly.

From the young paddlers went up the vocal volley: "T-E-R-R-O-R-S-! Wa-ar! Fam-ine! Pesti-i-lence! That's us! That's us! G-R-I-D-L-E-Y-----H.S.! Rah! rah! rah! Gri-dley!" "Hurrah! Gridley! Hurrah!" answered the girls.
"Whoop! Wow! wow! _Whoo-oo-oo-oop_! Indians! Cut-throats! Lunch-robbers! Bad, bad, bad! Speed Club! Glee Club! Canoe Club---Gridley H.S.!" volleyed back Dick & Co.
It was the first time that they had let out their canoe yell in public.

They performed it lustily, with zest and pride.
"Splendid!" cried some of the girls, clapping their hands.

Though it was not quite plain whether they referred to the new yell, or to the skilful manner in which the boys now brought their craft in.

At a single "Ugh!" from Prescott they ceased paddling.