d look who's coming out on the
bridge now."
"Why, it's Shack Beggs, sure it is!" declared Steve.
"Wonder what's he's up to?" muttered Bandy-legs. "We'd all better keep
our peepers on that feller if he comes around. Why, I wouldn't put it
past him to give one of us a sudden shove, and then laugh like he was
crazy to see what a splash we made when we fell in. If I ketch him
trying anything like that, mark my words Shack Beggs'll take a header
into the river as quick as a flash. He'll find that two c'n play at
that game!"
CHAPTER V
THE PRICE THEY PAID
"Look at him, would you?" ventured Bandy-legs, a minute later. "He
acts like he was trying to see if the bridge was steady, the way he's
trying to shake it. Bet you he feels that quivering, and it's giving
him a bad case of cold feet already. They went and dared him to come
out here, and Shack never would stand for a dare, you know. But he's
sorry he came."
The other boy approached them. He was looking more serious than most
people had ever seen him appear. Just as Bandy-legs said, no doubt he
had been forced into testing the bridge by some dare on the part of his
cronies, who had told him he didn't have the nerve to go Max and his
crowd one better by walking all the way across the bridge, so as to be
the last who could say he had done it.
While still keeping a sharp lookout up the river the four chums awaited
the coming of Shack Beggs; and that the caution given by Bandy-legs had
fallen on good ground where it took root, was proven by the way they
moved back from the railing.
If the young desperado had any bold intention of trying to upset one of
the three chums into the river, he would not find it so easy to carry
out his reckless plan, for they were evidently on the alert, and ready
to match cunning with cunning.
Shack shuffled forward slowly. He may have originally thought it would
be the easiest thing in the world to walk across the bridge and back;
but that was before he had set foot on the quivering planks, and
experienced the full effect of that sickening vibration. Now he walked
as though he might be stepping on eggs. Several times he even stopped,
and looked around. Perhaps he simply wanted to know how far out from
the shore he might be; or else he felt an almost irresistible yearning
to hurry back to safety and tell his cronies they could try the trick
for themselves, if they wanted.
Some sort of pride caused him to come
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