Just
in the nick of time he leaped at Greg, tackled him and bore him
to the ground.
"That's the way!" cheered Dick. "Now, you look alive, Hazelton."
"That was because I had something to tackle that was alive," Harry
retorted. "It's much easier to tackle a living fellow than a
stuffed dummy. What's the good of using the dummy, anyway, when
we have plenty of live fellows around here?"
"Oh, the dummy has its uses," Dick replied wisely. "A lot of
faults can be better observed with a dummy for a background than
is the case when you tackle a live one. The dummy is better
for showing up the defects in your work. Now, Reade, you make
a few swift assaults on the dummy."
Tom did his work so cleverly as to call forth admiration from
all the onlookers.
A stout pole had been lashed across the space between two trees,
being made secure in the forks of the lower limbs of the trees.
The dummy itself had been made of old sail canvas and excelsior.
It was not a very impressive-looking object, but it made a good
substitute for the football dummies manufactured by sporting goods
houses.
It was a little more than a week since the night when Tag Mosher
had been captured. Dick's hip which had been pronounced by Doctor
Cutting as only bruised and strained, had now mended so far that
nothing wrong could be observed in his gait.
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