THE ACADEMY BOYS IN CAMP

e will be down. Are you ready?" called Joe, rapping

me directly. You

n, boys. They'll come af

l! No handicapping either. One, two, three! Lu

, like a herd of wild deer, clearing the

ng "Time! time!" at the top of their voices, they both cried "Quits," and dropped together by a blueberry patch, where, as soon as they recovered breath, they

" said Maurice Perry, as th

ough," said Ned Gould. "It was near t

to rock along the boulder-strown shore, until

ng into one pool after another. "Hullo! there are John an

low enough. There it is, right there; but you've got to wait

edge of the pool was free from water, and as

ig wave will come and give you

eed the advice, when a shout went up

ck! You'll

t others, stopping to look around and see what was the matter, were drenched by a huge incoming wave, that fair

nd splashing, as the boys emerged from their b

s dressed in an exceedingly primitive style, while they w

u can't hurry the tide out; it takes its own

ait for no man,'"

ep where it is safe," said Mr. Andrews, strivin

king the crowd run back in a lively way f

more come over that strip of ledge on the other si

m their position, and gradually the water of the pool grew clear

emone!" crie

utiful--purple and yellow in

against the sides?" asked Joe, lyi

e are sea-

'em," cried John, coming wi

ay. "We want to see them open. See them wave their tentacles

soft-looking thing can eat t

larger things than that.--

entlest way, he caused it to draw in its tentacles

rest open!" c

the side of the rock, and offered it to Joe. But it was not an inviting-looking o

Mr. Andrews, picking up a specimen of each. "See

d," interposed Jerry, setting o

ted his spines until he brought them into position where he could m

spread the latter out to dry on the rocks; but by the time they had smoothed out the

oard," said Mr. Lane, collecting specimens of vario

t stick pins into them, Mr.

es, they have no brains, and co

they have no feeling, why do the

new finger when one's bee

readily supply

ng it was a pretty pudd

erves a better name. Let

irst-rate," answered the

ceeding to hurry away, when John said, "Hold on! I forgot to tell you something.

ck just off yonder the night before the storm, and they

ttention now, and c

ver since they shipped, and as soon as the fog came on they

he do?" demanded

thought there was goin' to be a storm, and he really hadn'

ws!" said J

hin' about the two belongin' on an island with a campin'-party; and afterwards w

veral minutes; then Mr. Andrews said, "Boys, go on to camp, and Mr. Lane and I will go bac

sober over John's news, and the two teac

me of them?" asked Dave, in a

ul storm came after Captain Melrose spoke the sm

would

them land. I think they've been punished enough, a

d Ned Gould, looking back towards Joe and

oo rough yet from the stor

ps? It's all the more f

r. Bernard's permission to go before

tying us up so. We can't go here, w

we choose. My father doesn't want me to be made a Miss

ed, "and father knows it; but I suppose Mr. Bernard would be horrifie

hat he has the care of a big crowd, and feels responsible for our safety. I believ

up for him!" sneered Walter,

ed good-n

ht as well set her adrift. What's the

e to spite your fa

f to the other end of the island down by the place John told us ab

ok after us, just as if we were infants

e, and trust us to take care of ourselves," laughe

on't

nyhow. I bel

ll!" shouted Dave, das

un, and were soon gathered around the table, havin

er; and added that the two teachers had gone on to the lighthouse, hoping to hear someth