"
"I had quite a way to go," Dick replied quietly. Then he cut
a number of grass stalks, trimming them to different lengths.
"Fellows, I want you to draw lots. I don't feel any too much
like a walk to Five Corners after dinner, but if I get the short
straw I'll go."
"No; you'd better not try it," warned Darrin. "Your hip might
begin to give you trouble before you get back. If someone has
to go, let the other five draw."
But Dick insisted that the draw should decide it all.
"What's the matter?" asked Tom Reade shrewdly. "Have you found
traces of Tag Mosher?"
"I've seen him," Dick replied, "and talked with him. Come to
think of it, I believe two fellows had better go. The two who
are to go will be those who draw the shortest straws. All ready?"
Dick covered one end of the grass stalks, so that no one could
be sure as to which lot he drew. The lots fell to Reade and Darrin.
"Now, tell us about the meeting," begged Hazelton.
"Let's sit down and begin to eat," Prescott proposed. "As we
eat I will describe the meeting."
Plates passed rapidly until all were served. Then Dick told his
chums the story of the meeting with Tag Mosher.
CHAPTER XVII
DURING THE BIG STORM
"Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!"
"Who's there?" cried Dick, starting up.
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