uctions.

"Man! you are right!" he exclaimed. "That's the trick of it and it is as
smooth as oil."

"Keep it up, Mack," said Cameron, "and always easy."

Over and over again he put the big man through the swing till he began
to catch the notion of the rhythmic, harmonious cooperation of the
various muscles in legs and shoulders and arms so necessary to the
highest result.

"You've got the swing, Mack," at length said Cameron. "Now then, this
time let yourself go. Don't try your best, but let yourself out. Easy,
now, easy. Get it first in your mind."

For a moment Mack stood pondering. He was "getting it in his mind."
Then, with a long swing, easy and slow, he gave the great hammer a
mighty heave. With a shout the company crowded about.

"Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven!
Hooray! bully for you, Mack. You are the lad!"

"Get the line on it," said Mack quietly. The measuring line showed
one hundred and eleven and a half feet. The boys crowded round him,
exclaiming, cheering, patting him on the back. Mack received the
congratulations in silence, then, turning to Cameron, said very
earnestly:

"Man! yon's as easy as eating butter. You have done me a good turn
to-day."

"Oh, that's nothing, Mack," said Cameron, who was more pleased than any
of them. "You got the swing perfectly that time. You can put twenty
feet to that throw. One hundred and eleven feet! Why, I can beat that
myself."

"Man alive! Do you tell me now!" said Mack in amazement, running his
eyes over Cameron's lean muscular body.

"I have done it often when I was in shape."

"Oh, rats!" said Perkins with a laugh. "Where was that?"

Cameron flushed a deep red, then turned pale, but kept silent.

"I believe you, my boy," said Mack with emphasis and facing sharply upon
Perkins, "and if ever I do a big throw I will owe it to you."

"Oh, come off!" said Perkins, again laughing scornfully. "There are
others that know the swing besides Scotty here. What you have got you
owe to no one but yourself, Mack."

"If I beat the man McGee next week," said Mack quietly, "it will be from
what I learned to-night, and I know what I am saying. Man! it's a lucky
thing we found you. But that will do for just now. Come along to the
barn. Hooray for the pipes and the lassies! They are worth all the
hammers in the world!" And, putting his arm through Cameron's, he led
the way to the barn, followed by the others.

"If Scotty could only