"Whoop! Wow! wow! _Whoo-oo-oo-oop_! Indians! Cut-throats!
Lunch-robbers! Bad, bad, bad! Speed Club! Glee Club! Canoe
Club---Gridley H.S.!" volleyed back Dick & Co.

It was the first time that they had let out their canoe yell in
public. They performed it lustily, with zest and pride.

"Splendid!" cried some of the girls, clapping their hands. Though
it was not quite plain whether they referred to the new yell,
or to the skilful manner in which the boys now brought their craft
in. At a single "Ugh!" from Prescott they ceased paddling. Dick,
with two or three turns of his own paddle, brought the canoe in
gently against the float. Now Dave and Dick held the canoe to
the float with their paddles while the other young Indians, one
at a time, stepped out. Those who had landed now bent over, holding
the gunwale gently while Dave, first, and then Dick, stepped to
the float.

"Up with it, braves! Out with it!" cried Dick. The canoe, grasped
by twelve hands, was drawn up on to the float, where its wet hull
lay glistening in the bright July sunlight.

"You never told us you were coming up here!" cried Laura Bentley,
half reproachfully.

"If you're bored at seeing us," proposed Dick, smilingly, "we'll
launch our bark and speed away again."

"Of course we're not bored," protested Belle Meade. "But why