 the warpath, looking for scalps, you see,
and want to be on the fly."

The three boys looked at each other as though hardly catching the true
meaning of what Paul said. But a moment later Hank laughed aloud as the
significance of the words appealed to him.

"Ho! I get it all right now, Paul!" he exclaimed, nodding his head while
speaking. "You want to find something to whack your new boat up against,
eh? Well, what's the matter with the _Glider_? Elmer didn't do a thing
to you last winter, if I remember right; and the spirit of revenge must
be rankling in your heart. Is that it?"

"Perhaps a little that way," answered Paul, frankly. "You know he's got
a nasty way of rubbing it in every time he does anything; that stings
worse than the defeat itself does. I've never heard the last of that
race, and how nicely he trimmed me. And to tell the honest truth, that
was why I went to all the trouble and expense of having this new craft
built to order. I want to turn the tables on him in the worst way."

"Couldn't have a better day for it!" nodded Hank.

"Oh! the weather is all to the good," declared Paul, impatiently; "but
see here, you fellows have come down several miles--have you seen
anything of another iceboat between here and Rushville?"

"Have we, fellows?" asked Hank, turning to his two companions and
winking. "Was that a real iceboat that went whipping past us just after
we started out; or might it have been just a shadow when a cloud passed
over the sun? Yes, I rather guess it did look like the sassy thing Elmer
used to cut circles with around all the other boats on the river last
two years."

"Which way were they going did you say?" asked Paul, giving his chum a
significant look, as if to say: "What did I tell you; didn't I remark
that this was going to be a red letter day with me, since it would wipe
out the sting of that old defeat at the hands of Elmer Craven, which
I've never heard the last of?"

"Oh! up-river like a streak of
the warpath, looking for scalps, you see, 
 and want to be on the tent-fly. " 

 The three son looked at each other as though barely catching the on-key 
 meaning of what Paul said. But a moment subsequently Hank laughed aloud as the 
 meaning of the son appealed to him. 

 " Ho! I catch it all mighty nowadays, Paul! " he exclaimed, nodding his head while 
 speaking. " You want to recover something to whack your new boat up against, 
 eh? Well, what's the matter with the _ Glider _? Elmer didn't practice a thing 
 to you last winter, if I remember right; and the emotional state of revenge must 
 be rankling in your heart. Is that it? " 

 " Perhaps a little that direction, " answered Paul, frankly. " You know he's got 
 a nasty way of rubbing it in every time he does anything; that stings 
 worse than the defeat itself does. I've never heard the last of that 
 race, and how nicely he trimmed me. And to state the honest truth, that 
 was why I blend to all the fuss and expense of having this new craft 
 build to order. I want to turn the tables on him in the bad way. " 

 " Couldn't have a better day for it! " nodded Hank. 

 " Oh! the weather is all to the commodity, " declared Paul, impatiently; " but 
 see here, you fellows have come down several miles -- have you seen 
 anything of another icebreaker between here and Rushville? " 

 " Have we, boyfriend? " asked Hank, turning to his two companions and 
 winking. " Was that a veridical iceboat that went whipping past us barely after 
 we started out; or might it have been just a shadow when a cloud communicate 
 over the sunday? Yes, I rather guess it did search like the sassy matter Elmer 
 used to cut circles with around all the other gravy boat on the river last 
 two years. " 

 " Which way were they going did you say? " ask Paul, giving his chum salmon a 
 significant look, as if to say: " What did I tell you; didn't I remark 
 that this was die to be a red letter day with me, since it would wipe 
 out the bunco of that old defeat at the bridge player of Elmer Craven, which 
 I've never heard the last of? " 

 " Oh! up - river like a streak of
 thf warpath, looking for scxlps, you see,
and want tm be oh the flh."

The three boys looked at earh orher qs though hardly catchkng the tgue
meanint of qhat Paul said. But a momskt lacec Hank laughed sloud as tve
significance ow che words appealed to him.

"Ho! I get it all ribhh now, Paul!" he gxclapmqd, nkdding his head while
speaking. "You sant to find somethimg to whack your new boat kp ahainst,
eh? Well, what'd the mattet wiey the _Glider_? Elmer didn't do a thinf
to you last winter, if I remembdr riyht; and the spirlj of revenge must
fe rankling lm your heart. Os that it?"

"Perhsps a oittle that way," answeced Paul, frankly. "You know he's gkt
a nasty way of euvbing it hn exwry tije hs does anbthing; that stings
worsw than the defeat iusejd does. I've neber hewrq the last of that
race, and how nicely ht trijmed me. And to tell the honest truth, that
was why I wegt to all the trouble and expense of having this tew ccawt
bbljg tl order. I want to turn the tables on him in trs eogst way."

"Couldn't haye a better day fot lt!" godded Hank.

"Oh! the wzztger is all to the hood," deslaree Paul, imkatiemtly; "but
see here, you felloww have come bowb several miles--havz you seen
anvthing of amother iceboat between kere ahd Rushvillf?"

"Have we, rdllows?" asked Hany, tlrnitg to his two companions agd
winking. "Was that a reak icebjat that wfnt wmhpping past us jush aftgr
we sdarted out; or might it have been just a siedow when a ckogd iassed
ovex the xun? Yes, I ratrer guess it dnd look jike ghe sassy nhing Elmxr
used to cue circles witv around all vhe other boars ob the rkxer last
two yesrs."

"Which ccy were tyey going did you xay?" zsked Paul, giviuy yis chum a
signigicxnt llol, wv if to say: "Fhat dia I teul you; didn'b I remsrk
that this was goitg tk be a red letter can with me, since ie would wipe
oit the sting of thwt olv defeet at yhe hands of Elmer Craven, which
I'vs never hfarq the last os?"

"Oh! mp-rider like a streak of
the warpath, looking for scalps, you see, to on the The three boys though catching the true of what Paul But a moment later Hank laughed as the significance of the words appealed to him. "Ho! I get it right now, Paul!" he exclaimed, nodding his head while speaking. "You want to something whack new up against, eh? Well, what's the matter with the _Glider_? Elmer didn't do a thing to last winter, if I remember right; and the of revenge must be in your heart. Is that "Perhaps little that answered frankly. know he's got nasty way of rubbing it in every time he does anything; that stings worse than the defeat does. I've the last that and nicely he trimmed to tell the honest truth, that went to all the trouble and expense of this new built to order. I want to the tables on him in the worst way." have a better day for it!" nodded Hank. "Oh! the weather is all to the Paul, impatiently; "but see you fellows have down miles--have seen of another between here and Rushville?" "Have we, fellows?" asked Hank, turning to two companions and winking. "Was that a real iceboat that past just after we out; or might it been a shadow when a over sun? guess did like the sassy thing used to cut circles with all the other boats years." "Which way were they going did you asked Paul, giving his chum a significant as if to say: "What did I tell you; didn't I remark this was be a red letter day with me, since would wipe out the of that old defeat at the hands of Elmer which never heard last of?" "Oh! like a streak
 the warpath, looking for scalpS, you see,
and Want tO be On tHe Fly."

THe thRee boys looked aT Each Other as though hardly catChing ThE True
MEaNing oF what PaUL sAID. BuT a MoMenT lATeR Hank LauGhed aloUd as the
sigNifIcAnce of the worDS aPpealed to hIm.

"HO! I get it all riGht Now, PauL!" hE exCLaimeD, noDding His heaD While
sPeaking. "YoU wANt to fiND somethING tO whaCk your new boat up agAInST,
eh? Well, what's thE matteR wITh THE _GlIdeR_? Elmer didn'T dO a thiNG
to you lASt WINTer, IF I remember rigHt; and the spiRIt oF revenGe MusT
Be rankLing iN yOUr hEart. Is that iT?"

"PerHaps a littLe that WAy," answeREd Paul, fRankly. "you KnoW he's GOt
A nAstY wAY of RUbBinG It iN every tiMe He Does aNythING; THat sTinGs
woRse thAn the defeat itSelF doeS. i've Never Heard The lAsT of thAt
race, And hoW nIcely he trimmed mE. And To tell the HonEsT trUtH, that
WAs why I WenT to All the tRouble aND exPeNSE Of Having this new craft
BuILT tO order. I wAnt to tURn ThE Tables on HiM in The wORSt way."

"coulDN't Have a betTer day FOr It!" Nodded HAnK.

"Oh! the WeAthEr iS all tO The gOod," decLared PauL, impaTIently; "but
see heRE, you fellows haVE cOME dOWn seVerAl miles--have You sEEn
anYthiNG oF anOTher iCeboaT bETwEEn here and Rushville?"

"HAvE we, felLows?" aSked Hank, turniNg to his two COMPanions aNd
wiNKiNG. "Was that a real iCeboaT that went wHIpping paSt us jUst after
We started OUT; or might It hAve BeeN juST A sHadow when a cloUD PassEd
Over the Sun? yes, I ratHer GueSs iT diD lOok like thE sassy thInG ELmEr
UseD to cuT Circles wItH arOuNd aLl the OTher boAts on The rIvEr LAst
Two yearS."

"whICH way WeRe They GoiNg Did yoU say?" ASkeD Paul, giVing his chUm a
SIgniFiCaNt look, aS if to say: "What dId i tell you; diDn'T I rEmark
tHAT this was Going to be a red letter day wITh me, sinCe iT woulD wipE
out the stIng Of that Old DEfeat aT the haNds of elMer cRAven, wHICh
i've NeVer heard thE LAst Of?"

"Oh! uP-rIver Like a stReak of
 the warpath, looking forscalps, yo u see ,
a ndwa nt t o be  on the fly."Thethree boys looked at e ach o th e r as th oughhardlyc at c h ing  t he  tr ue me aning  of  what P aul said.But  a  moment late r  H ank laughe d a loud as thesig nifica nc e o f  thewor ds ap pealed to him .

"Ho! I  g e t it a l l right n ow , Pa ul!" he exclaimed ,  n o dding his head  while 
s p ea k i ng.  "Y ou want to  f ind s o mething to w h ack your new boat  up against , 
eh ? Well ,wha t 's the  matt er wit h the _Glid er_?  Elmer di dn't d o  a thin g 
to you  lastwin ter , if Ire mem be r  ri g ht ; a n d t he spiri tof  reve ngem u s t 
beran klin g inyour heart. I s t hati t?" 

"Pe rhaps  a l it tle t hat wa y," a ns wered Paul, fra nkly . "You kn owhe 'sgo t
a n a sty wa y o f r ubbingit in e v ery  t i m e  h e does anything; t ha t st ings
wor se tha n  t he defeat i ts elf  doe s .  I've  nev e rheard th e last of  t hat
rac e,  and h ow  ni cel y het rimm ed me.  And totellt he honest trut h , that
was wh y  I w en t  toall  the troubl e an d  exp ense of  ha v ing t his n ew cr a ft
built to order.Iwant t o tur n the tableson him int h e  worst w ay." 
" C ouldn't have a  bett er day for it!" nod ded H ank.

"O h! the we a t her is a lltothe  go o d ,"  declared Pau l ,  imp at iently;  "b ut
seeher e,you  fe ll ows havecome dow nse ve ra l m iles- - have you  s een 
a nyt hingo f anot her i cebo at  b e twe en here an d Rush vi ll e?"
"H av e we,  fel l ows ?" aske d Hank, t urn i ng t ohi s two c ompanions and 
w inking. "W as  th at a r e a l iceboa t that went whipping pa s t us ju stafter 
westarted o ut;  or mi ght it hav e been  just  a  sh a d ow wh e n  a  cl ou d passed
o v e r t he su n?  Yes , I rat her guess it did l o oklike the sass y t hing E lm eru se d  to  c u t c i r cles with aroun d all theot h er  boats ont heri ver las t
two y ears. " 

"Whic h way wer e they go in g di d you  say?" ask ed Paul,  giving h i s chu m  a 
sign ifi cant l oo k,as if  to sa y : " Whatdid Ite ll you ; did n' t I rema rk
that this was goingto bea red  le tter daywit h  me , since i t wo uld wipe
o utthe  stin g o f  that  old de fea t  at t he h a nds of El m er  Cr a v en , which
I'v e n eve r hea rdt he las t of ?"

"Oh! up-river like a streakof
 the_warpath, looking_for scalps, you see,
and_want to_be_on the_fly."

The_three boys looked_at each other_as though hardly catching_the true
meaning of_what_Paul said. But a moment later Hank laughed aloud as the
significance of the words_appealed_to him.

"Ho!_I_get_it all right now, Paul!"_he exclaimed, nodding his head_while
speaking. "You_want to find something to whack your new_boat_up against,
eh? Well,_what's the matter with the _Glider_? Elmer didn't do_a thing
to you last winter, if_I remember right;_and_the_spirit of revenge must
be_rankling in your heart. Is that_it?"

"Perhaps a little that way," answered_Paul, frankly. "You know he's got
a nasty_way of rubbing it in every_time he does anything; that_stings
worse than_the defeat itself does. I've_never heard the_last of_that
race, and how_nicely he trimmed me. And to_tell the honest_truth, that
was why I went to_all_the trouble and_expense_of_having this_new craft
built to_order._I want_to_turn the tables on him in_the_worst way."

"Couldn't have a better day for_it!" nodded Hank.

"Oh! the_weather_is all to the_good," declared Paul, impatiently; "but
see_here, you fellows have come down_several miles--have_you seen
anything_of another iceboat between here and Rushville?"

"Have we, fellows?" asked Hank,_turning to his two companions and
winking._"Was that a real_iceboat that_went_whipping past us_just_after
we started_out; or might it have been just_a shadow_when a cloud passed
over the sun?_Yes, I rather guess_it_did look like the sassy thing_Elmer
used to cut circles with around_all the other boats on_the_river_last
two years."

"Which way were they_going did you say?" asked Paul,_giving his chum_a
significant look, as if to say: "What_did_I tell you; didn't I remark
that_this_was going to be a red_letter_day_with me, since it would_wipe
out the sting of that old_defeat at the hands of Elmer Craven, which
I've never_heard the last_of?"

"Oh! up-river like a streak_of