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Rh sight of the window at which the teacher was standing. Job Haskers looked after them glumly, and then closed the window with a bang.

"They must have heard me—I don't see how they could help it," he muttered to himself. "Such disrespect! I'll make them toe the mark for it when they get back! Bah! Doctor Clay is altogether too easy with the boys. If I were running this school I'd make them mind!" And the teacher shut his teeth grimly. He was a man who thought that the boys ought to spend all their time in studying. The hours devoted to outdoor exercise he considered practically wasted. He was too short-sighted to realize that, in order to have a perfectly sound mind, one must likewise have a sound body.

"He'll have it in for us when we get back," murmured Chip Macklin. "My! how he does love to stop a fellow's fun!"

"Don't worry," chimed in Roger. "Sufficient unto the hour is the lecture thereof. Let us enjoy this outing while it lasts, and let come what will when we get back."

"Which puts me in mind of another story," broke in Shadow Hamilton. "A fellow used to eat too much, and he had to take his medicine regularly, to keep from getting indigestion. So once—wow!" And Shadow broke off short, for