at sent Dalzell sprawling.

They were as happy a lot of boys as one could wish to see. They
were to have their canoe and all the sport that that meant. It
was to be a safe craft---as good as new! For Hiram Driggs was
a dependable and skilful boat builder.

"Hey, too bad you fellows got stung so fearfully," cried a grammar
school boy in passing. "I'm mighty sorry."

"Thank you," Dick answered. "But we're going to have the canoe
repaired. We'll be having lots of fun in the war canoe after
a few days."

"How you going to get her fixed?" asked the other boy.

"Hiram Driggs has taken the job, and you know what he can do with
boats."

"Whee! I'm glad on you're going to have the canoe fixed all right,"
nodded the other boy, and passed on.

Forty-five minutes after Driggs' departure Jim Snowden came up
with the truck. With the help of the boys he loaded the canoe
from the other truck, then started away.

By this time the news had spread to other boys that Dick & Co.
would soon have their war canoe afloat in fine order---that Hiram
Driggs stood sponsor for the prediction.

That evening Fred Ripley had a somewhat unpleasant talk with his
father.

"You've no business with pocket money," said Squire Ripley sternly.
"You have no idea of the value of it."

"I thought I had made a good bargain," said Fred sullenly.

"So does every fool who parts with his money as easily as you
do," returned the lawyer. "Well, enjoy yourself, my boy. If
you'd rather have that paralyzed pony than the money I gave you
to enjoy the summer with, I suppose you're entitled to your choice,
though I don't like your judgment."

"Of course," suggested Fred, "since I've met with misfortune you
won't be too hard on me. You'll let me have a little more money,
so I won't have to go through the summer like a mucker."

"I'll give you no more spending money this summer," retorted the
lawyer, adding, grimly: "If I did, you'd probably go and buy a
cart to match your horse."

In fact Fred felt so uncomfortable at home that, just after dark,
he started up Main Street.

"Where's your horse, Fred?" called Bert Dodge. "Why are you walking
when you own one of the best steeds that ever came out of Arabia?"

"Shut up, won't you?" demanded Fred sulkily.

Bert chuckled for a while before he went on:

"Of course, I'm sorry for you, Fred, but it's all so funny that
I can't help laughing."

"Oh, yes, it must be awfully funny," replied young Ri