This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter hi Making Sail he Dolphins had gathered by the boat-house at the appointed time. Pop Oldson had arrived first, half an hour ahead of time; but Pop had a book to read while waiting. Chipmunk had appeared next, as eager as his namesake after a nut, and Chief Bisco, Johnny Pater, Frisky Perry and ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter hi Making Sail he Dolphins had gathered by the boat-house at the appointed time. Pop Oldson had arrived first, half an hour ahead of time; but Pop had a book to read while waiting. Chipmunk had appeared next, as eager as his namesake after a nut, and Chief Bisco, Johnny Pater, Frisky Perry and Fish Black had straggled in, hot but happy, one at a time. Mr. Batson drove up, smiling, at five minutes of one. "Where's Pokey?" asked Pop. "He'd better be on time for once." "There he comes!" was the answer in chorus. "He's dusting it for fair!" and Pokey, on the double, rounded the corner, clutching his bag under his arm. As he reached the enclosure things began dropping out; he lost time picking them up, and was received, with hand claps and cheers, at two minutes of one. Mr. Batson winked at old Jake, but only waved his hand to Pokey. "How'd you manage it, Pokey?" drawled Johnny Pater. "I--er--made a mistake--thought the leaving time was eleven o'clock!" answered Pokey without changing his face. "Hello!" exclaimed Chief. "Where's Jack Frost?" Mr. Batson looked around in surprise. Chips Bailey ran to the gate and peered down the walk. "Don't see a thing of him!" he called out. "Not even a cow in sight." Mr. Batson looked grave. "It's one o'clock," he said severely. "Porter ought to be here--especially since he's leader. Telephone to his house, Virgil." "They haven't any 'phone," said two or three boys together. "Well, Raymond, you know a thing or two--take a look at the upper road and inquire at the drug store. But get back here in five minutes." Pop started off in a hurry. He took a whistle from his pocket and blew several blasts; but he got no answering hail. At the upper road, from which the Club House pathway led, he looked right...
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