CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
A QUEER PICNIC.
Sub-Chapter I.
A MYSTERIOUS MOUNTAIN.
Magnus minor and my brother Joe were about as chummy as two fellows who had not a single taste in common could well be.

Magnus, you know, was an athlete.

At least, he was in the fourth eleven, and ran regularly in the quarter-mile open handicap.

He got fifty yards the first year, and came in tenth; in the second year they gave him a hundred, and he came in eighteenth; in the third year they generously gave him a hundred and twenty yards, and he never came in at all, for some unexplained reason.
After that he passed as an athlete, and considered himself an authority, especially at home, on all matters relating to sport.

Joe, on the other hand, was a dreamy boy; he wrote poems, when he should have been construing Caesar, and gave several other indications that he was destined to a great career.