"Fix it?" the first speaker retorted with a low chuckle, "of course
I can fix it, and fix his winning the prize, too."

"There's some mischief going on," thought the young joker. "I
wonder what it is?"

The voices he had heard had come from the next tent, but whether
it was the next on the right or the left he could not tell, not
knowing whether he may have turned in his sleep or not, having a
habit of finding himself in all sorts of queer positions when he awoke.

While he was thinking the matter over, and trying to locate the tent
from which the voices proceeded he fell asleep, his pain having left
him for a time.

He did not know how long it was when he was awakened again, as well
by the pain as by hearing voices.

"That will do first rate," he heard some one say, and then he thought
he detected a light in the tent next to his.

Young Smith was fast asleep, and oblivious of everything, "and Billy
did not think it worth while to arouse him.

"They won't notice the difference?" asked either Merritt or Holt,
Billy was not certain which.

"No, and now to put it back."