"Go ahead; take it if you want to," Ned replied. "I had trouble enough
catching it in the river."
Jim carried off the turtle, and the crowd of boys and girls, laughing
and joking about the lazy race, gradually dispersed.
"Wonder what Jim wanted of the turtle?" asked Fenn, as the four chums
walked along.
"Give it up," said Ned. "Going to train it to waltz maybe."
"More like he's going to play some joke on you for what you did,"
suggested Frank, who was in better spirits than his friends had observed
him to be for some time.
And that was exactly what happened. When the chums got to school the next
Monday morning, they were met with queer glances on every side. At last
Ned demanded:
"What are you fellows grinning at? What's the joke? Tell us and we'll
laugh too."
"Better go downtown and look in the drug store window," advised
Lem Gordon.
The chums took the advice that afternoon. They found quite a crowd in
front of the "Emporium," as the drug store was called. Working their way
up to the window the four boys saw a queer sight.
A big box had been arranged to represent a pond, with rushes and grass
growing around the edges.
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