"So you've been watching the race instead of the camp, have you?"
demanded Tom, eyeing the dog in mock reproach.

"Oh, but I'm tired!" muttered Darrin, after they had beached the
canoe. "This green grass looks inviting."

He threw himself down at full length on the grass.

"Up, for yours," commanded Dick, grasping him by one arm and pulling
Dave to his feet. "Don't you know that your blood is almost at
fever heat after the strain of the race? Do you want to get a
chill that will keep the whole camp up to-night?"

"I want to lie down," muttered Darrin. "And I want to sleep."

"Then get off your racing clothes, put on your other clothes,
then roll yourself well in your blankets and lie down in the
tent," Dick ordered. "That's what I'm going to do."

Now that the strain was over every member of Dick & Co. found
himself so weary that the putting on of ordinary clothes was a
process which proceeded slowly. After a while, however, all six
had rolled themselves in their blankets and lay on the leaf-piled
floor of the tent.

All but Dick and Harry were asleep, presently, when an automobile
stopped near the camp.

"Anyone at home?" called Referee Tyndall, poking his head in past