It's the Gridley way!" "Brag is a good dog," derided Brown from the bow seat of the Preston canoe.
"We keep both dogs here," Dave shouted tantalizingly.
"Are you coming out to wallop us ?" Hartwell insisted.
"Yes; if you insist upon it," Dick agreed.

"But we don't like to do it." "Get into your canoe and come out and see how much of your brag you can make good," was Hartwell's calm reply.
"What?
Now ?" Prescott inquired.
"'Now' is always the best time to do a thing," declared Mason, of Preston High School.
"Oh, no," smiled Dick, with a shake of his head.

"You fellows have been out for some time this morning.

You'll have to give us time to warm up properly." "I didn't suppose Gridley needed a little thing like that," Hartwell taunted.

"You Gridleyites are such sure winners, you know, that you ought not to need such a little thing as preparation." "One of the reasons why Gridley wins," Dick retorted, "is that we always use common sense when entering sporting events.