TREACHERY IN THE AIR


"Hugh, it looks to me like there's a hen on," was what Thad Stevens
said, as he joined his chum.

"That's a queer remark for you to make, Thad," the other chuckled;
"after seeing what's been happening here on our athletic field this
afternoon, I'd be likely to say there were a good many score of hens
setting, each hoping to hatch out one of our dandy prizes next Saturday."

"Oh! you understand that I mean something crooked going on, Hugh,"
Thad hastened to add.

"That sounds serious enough. What do you know, Thad? The chances are
ten to one if anything in the way of trickery is contemplated I can put
my hand on the fellow who's guilty of the same."

"Sure thing, Hugh, and his name is Nicholas in the bargain. They call
him Young Nick, to distinguish him from his father who's dead and gone;
but sometimes people say he's a regular Old Nick when it comes to
playing mean jokes, and getting into trouble of all kinds."

"What's Nick Lang been up to now, Thad?"

"Oh just spying on you, for one thing!" exclaimed the other angrily

"He's welcome to chase around after me as often as he pleases," said
Hugh; "much good will it do him, I'm thinking. But tell me, why