DICK & CO.

DRIVEN UP A TREE "Dick!" "Yes ?" replied Prescott, turning and looking back at Tom, whose turn it now was to furnish motive power to the loaded cart.
"How far did you say it was from Gridley to the second lake ?" asked Reade.
"Sixteen miles." "I've pushed the cart more than that far already," grunted Tom.
"I'm willing to wager that the lake is more than a hundred and twenty miles from Gridley." "Suppose it is," scoffed Dave, falling back beside the cart "Tom, just think of the fine training your back muscles are getting out of this work!" "I'll tell you all about that, Darry," grumbled Reade, "when you've had your turn for ten minutes.

How much longer does my turn run, Dick ?" "Five minutes," replied Prescott, after glancing at his watch.
"Are you going to be able to hold out that long ?" "Yes; if I live that long," sighed Tom.
Dick and Hazelton had each taken their fifteen minute turns at pushing the cart.

The boys had already put some distance between themselves and Gridley.

Dick & Co.