In the center was a little mound of stones,
that were raised above the surface of the water with which the box
was filled.
But what attracted more attention, than the accurate representation of a
pond, was a big mud turtle resting on the stones lazily blinking at the
crowds that stared at it, as though pleased with the homage paid. And, on
a card hanging over the turtle, was this inscription:
"Winner of the Darewell High School annual lazy-race. Trained for the
event by Ned Wilding, Fenn Masterson, Bart Keene and Frank Roscoe."
"I guess that's one on you," remarked Lem Gordon, as he joined the chums
while they were looking in the window. "Jim got back at you all right."
"Yes, I guess he did," admitted Ned.
Nearly everyone in the crowd knew the four chums, and the boys were
subjected to considerable chaffing over the notice about training the
turtle. They took it good-naturedly, and when Jim Morton came strolling
along, a little doubtful as to how the four lads would treat him, because
of the joke he had played, Ned called out:
"That's a good one, Jim."
"Much obliged for that turtle," Jim responded.
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