"Let's chin."

So they came up and sat down at the edge of the bushes.

"It's one on us," said Schonberg, "isn't it, Jim?"

Jim laughed, plucked a blade of grass, stuck it in the corner of his
mouth and said he guessed it was.

"What I'd like to know, though," he added puzzledly, "is how the dickens
you did it."

"Ask this fellow," suggested Chub, nodding toward Roy.

The ambassadors looked inquiringly at Roy. Roy explained. The
ambassadors opened their eyes, looked blankly incredulous and finally
convinced.

"Well, I'll be blowed!" muttered Jim. "That's what Joyce meant when he
asked about my cold!"

"What do you think of that?" exclaimed Schonberg. The other two shook
their heads, plainly at a loss for words to adequately express just what
they did think. Then there were a lot of questions, which Roy answered
cheerfully, and finally Schonberg got up.

"Well, you did us to a turn," he said frankly. "As for you, Porter,
you--" he hesitated; then--"you ought to come to Hammond!" he finished,
evidently bestowing the highest praise he could think of.

"Thanks," answered Roy with a laugh, "but I was there last night and
found it mighty cold."

"If we'd known it was you," said Jim, "we might have made it warmer for
you."

"That's just what I thought, and so I took particular pains not to tell
anyone."

Ferry Hill assisted Hammond to launch her three boats. Hammond expressed
her thanks. Each bade the other good-bye. Hammond rowed away. Then the
formal politeness of the parting was suddenly marred by one of the
ambassadors who had thus far scarcely spoken. He was a thin, scrawny
youth and wore glasses. When the boats were a little way off shore and
headed toward home he looked defiantly across at the group on the beach
and shook his fist.

"Just you wait until next year, you fresh kids!" he shouted. Schonberg
told him to dry up and Jim splashed him with water, but he of the
spectacles would not be stilled. "We'll show you next time," he added
venomously. Ferry Hill laughed; all save Post. Post blew a kiss.

"All right, dearest!" he called back.

"Dearest" replied at some length, but his utterances were marred by Jim
who promptly pulled him backward into the bottom of the boat. So
Hammond, acknowledging defeat, took her departure, trailing her
recovered war-craft dejectedly behind.

Ferry Hill was in raptures all day long; and a week later when school
had begun once more and the camp was only a memory, R