The High School Boys' Canoe Club by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock
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"Wouldn't I like to be on my feet, with a shotgun in my hands!"
gritted Fred. "Gr-r-r-r," replied Towser, as though he were an excellent reader of human minds. For a few moments Fred lay utterly quiet, save for the trembling that he could not control. During those same moments Towser made himself more comfortable by shifting himself so that he lay with his paws across Fred's left shoulder-blade. His teeth remained firmly fastened in Ripley's shirt. "Now, how long are you going to stay here, you beast?" glared Fred Ripley, though he did not dare emphasize his displeasure by stirring. It was an instance in which his own displeasure amounted to infinitely less than that of the dog. Over at the hotel Dick Prescott was reading this telegram to his chums: "Letter received. Am communicating with other members of Council. Will let you know when I have word. Signed Howgate." "Oh, you'll get your authorization all right," Laura declared cheerily. "It's only a matter of form." Laura did not tell something she knew---to the effect that at her request Dr. Bentley had wired Mr. Howgate, urging that the |
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