And now, in this present volume, we at last come upon our young friends at the beginning of their vacation season after the completion of their junior year, with its football victories.

Now they are budding seniors, ready to enter the final, graduating class of Gridley High School in the coming autumn.
As Dick looked into the faces of his chums he laughed.
"So you don't like the push-cart idea, eh ?" he demanded.

"All right; if you fellows would rather loaf than eat-----" "We can hire a horse, and still have money enough left to eat," protested Tom.

"See here, Dick, although fishing is great fun while it lasts, we shan't be out all summer on a fishing trip.
We don't need such a lot of money for, say, only a two or three weeks' trip." "Yes; I think two or three weeks will see us in from our fishing trip," Prescott admitted.

"But if we do come back early, fellows, then we shall need some other kind of a trip for August, won't we ?" "Say, that's right!" cried Dave Darrin, his eyes glistening.
"Fellows, we are troubled with wooden heads.