just what I wanted, and I hope he will win the pennant."

"H'm! you talk as if this was a baseball series," laughed Billy.

"Well, you know what I mean anyhow," returned Dick.

The boys put in their poems and the blank sealed envelopes containing
their names and the titles of their productions, the envelopes not to
be opened till after the prizes were given.

The doctor had all the manuscripts in his study, and was to go over
them with the professors, the majority to decide which was the best.

On the night when the various manuscripts were in the doctor's
study in the little cottage he occupied in the camp, Billy Manners
was a bit restless, not from his literary efforts, but from having
eaten something which greatly disagreed with him.

He occupied a tent with young Smith, and at a late hour awoke for
the third or fourth time, and suddenly heard some one say in a
whisper:

"It's all right, I've got it!"

Billy thought the voice was Herring's, but was not certain in his
sleepy condition, and with pains gripping his bowels.

"Can you fix it?" somebody asked, and Billy thought this might be
either Holt or Merritt, not being sure which it was, for the same
reason that made him uncertain of the other.