"Do you play football?" asked Dick.

"No."

"Baseball?"

"I tried, but couldn't make the nine," Pascal confessed.

"Then I don't know that you're likely to have the 'Gridley' way
played upon you again not unless you meet some of our girls in
a tennis game."

The two crews mingled, passing some ten minutes in talk and in
good-humored chaff. But at last Dick broke away and drew out
from the canoe talk as he saw Laura, Belle, Susie and the other
girls awaiting them at a point farther up in the hotel grounds.

"I know the girls have been waiting to speak to us," Dick told
his chums, "and they've been mighty kind to us. Come along."

"We thought you would never get around to talking with poor mortals
like us," Laura admitted, as the boys joined the high school
girls.

"It was mainly your father's fault," Dick laughingly, protested.

"How was that?"

"You'll have to ask him. Perhaps we're not at liberty to reveal
what the Athletic Association's medical director had to say to us."