, with a
broad grin. "Come on, boys, before Billy breaks out again."
"I may astonish you boys yet," laughed Billy, as he got into his
boat and set off down stream.
Jack worked industriously on his poem, and Percival became serious
and did some really good work on one that he had begun when he knew
that Jack was at work, a number of the boys getting to work at the
same time.
"I don't expect to do better than Jack," Percival said to Arthur,
"but if he knows I am going in for this he will do all the better,
and I want him to come out on top."
"He may anyhow, Dick," returned Arthur. "He has been doing something
of this sort for the News in Riverton. They have not been signed,
but I know that they were his from a line or two that I heard him
repeating to himself in the tent when he did not know that any one
was around. I recognized them afterwards in one of the poems
published in the paper. Jack is a modest fellow and does not blow
his own trumpet."
"Did any one else hear him, Art?"
"Yes, Harry. We did not say anything about it, but we know the pieces
were his. Then you know that he has done something in that line for
the Hilltop Gazette, of course?"
"To be sure I do. The Academy paper is doing fine since Jack took
the editorship.
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