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6 Phil had suddenly put out his foot, sending the story-teller of Oak Hall sprawling.

"So he had to take his medicine," repeated Dave, gravely.

"Did the medicine agree with him?" asked Roger, innocently.

"He took it lying down, didn't he?" questioned Gus.

"I'll 'medicine' you!" roared Shadow, as he scrambled to his feet. Then he made a wild dash after the youth who had tripped him up, but Phil had skated on ahead and he took good care that Shadow did not catch him. "I won't tell you another story for a year!" the story-teller growled, after the chase was at an end.

"Phew! Shadow says he is going to reform!" murmured Ben.

"Let it pass, Shadow!" cried Dave, not wishing the story-teller to take the matter too seriously. "You can tell all the stories you please around the campfire. But just now let us push on as fast as we can. I want a chance to do some rabbit and squirrel hunting, and you know we've got to be back on time, or we'll have trouble with Doctor Clay as well as with old Haskers."

"Yes, and I want to take some pictures before it gets too dark," said Sam, who had his camera along.

"Do you know what Horsehair told me?"