And I don't know that it's such bad 'dope,' either, as the sporting writers put it." "Let's hear you try some," urged Dick.
"Brag ?" asked Hartwell.

"No; I don't believe I have mastered the idea well enough to do any really sincere bragging as yet.
However, if you ever beat us at anything except brag, then I'm going to try to copy your form in the boasting line." By this time Dick & Co.

were dragging their canoe up onto the float.
"I hope Rip isn't sneaking anywhere about these grounds," muttered Danny Grin.
"Who's Rip ?" Bob Hartwell asked curiously.

Then: "Oh, I beg your pardon for being too inquisitive," as he saw Dick frown at Dalzell.
"I'm going to remain on the float, while you fellows go up into the hotel grounds," said Tom.
"All of you go, and I'll stay and watch your canoe," suggested Bob Hartwell.

"That is, if you're willing to trust me as sentry." "Of course we're willing," Dick responded.