"
"He'll come, in time, when he gets your letter at the Eagle House,"
Reade had answered, for Dick had told all his chums his suspicions
regarding young Mosher.
"What are we to do this afternoon?" asked Dave, seating himself
beside Prescott as three of the chums started for the swimming
pool.
"Gymnastics," Dick replied. "Especially bar work. And some boxing,
of course."
"You ought to be excused from boxing for the present," grinned
Darry. "You look as though you had had enough for a while."
For Dick's left cheek was still decorated with a bruise that young
Mosher had planted there. The boxing of Dick & Co., this summer,
was real work. It was done with bare knuckles, though, of course,
without anger or the desire to do injury. Boxing with bare knuckles
was Prescott's own idea for hardening himself and his chums for
the rough work of the gridiron.
"I'll take my share of the boxing," Dick retorted. "Having a
sore spot on my face will make me all the more careful in my guard."
"Queer we don't hear from Hibbert," mused Greg Holmes.
"Not at all," Dave contended. "Hibbert simply isn't back at the
Eagle House yet, and perhaps the hotel people have had no orders
about forwarding his mail It may be a fortnight before we hear
from him.
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