The High School Boys Training Hike

The High School Boys' Training
Hike, by H.

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Title: The High School Boys' Training Hike
Author: H. Irving Hancock
Release Date: June 25, 2004 [eBook #12731]
Language: English
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The High School Boys' Training Hike or Making Themselves "Hard as
Nails"

By H. Irving Hancock

CONTENTS
CHAPTERS
I. Mr. Titmouse Doesn't Know Dick II. The Deed of a Hero III. The
Peddler and the Lawyer's Half IV. Peddler Hinman's Next Appearance
V. Dave Does Some Good Work VI. The No-Breakfast Plan VII.
Making the Tramps Squirm VIII. When the Peddler Was "Frisked" IX.
Dick Imitates a Tame Indian X. Reuben Hinman Proves His Mettle XI.
Tom Idealizes Working Clothes XII. Trouble With the Rah-Rah-Rahs
XIII. A Snub and the Quick Retort XIV. Dick & Co Make an Apple
"Pie" XV. Making Port in a Storm XVI. Home, Hospital and
Almshouse XVII. Two Kinds of Hobo XVIII. Dick Prescott, Knight
Errant XIX. "I'll Fight Him for This Man!" XX. In the Milksop Class?
XXI. The Revenge Talk at Miller's XXII. Under the Sting of the Lash
XXIII. Timmy, the Gentleman, at Home XXIV. Conclusion
CHAPTER I
MR. TITMOUSE DOESN'T KNOW DICK
"We thought ten dollars would be about right," Dick Prescott
announced.
"Per week?" inquired Mr. Titmouse, as though he doubted his hearing.
"Oh, dear, no! For the month of August, sir."
Mr. Newbegin Titmouse surveyed his young caller through half-closed
eyelids.
"Ten dollars for the use of that fine wagon for a whole month?" cried
Mr. Titmouse in astonishment. "Absurd!"
"Very likely I am looking at it from the wrong point of view," admitted

Prescott, who fingered a ten dollar bill and was slowly smoothing it out
so that Mr. Titmouse might see it.
"That wagon was put together especially for the purpose," Mr.
Titmouse resumed. "It has seats that run lengthwise, and eight small
cupboards and lockers under the seats. There is a place to secure the
cook stove at the rear end of the wagon, and the stove rests on zinc.
Though the wagon is light enough for one horse to draw it, it will hold
all that several people could require for camping or for leading a
regular gipsy life. There is a special awning that covers the wagon
when needed, so that on a rainy day you can travel without using
umbrellas or getting wet. You can cook equally well on the stove
whether in camp or on the road. There are not many vehicles in which
you can cook a full meal when traveling from one point to another."
"Nor is it every stewpan or kettle that would refrain from slipping off
the stove when driving the wagon over rough roads," laughed Dick
good-humoredly.
"Well---er---of course, one has to choose decent roads when touring
with a wagon of that sort," admitted the owner.
"Then you don't think ten dollars a fair price?" Dick Prescott inquired
thoughtfully.
"For a month's use of the wagon? I do not," replied Mr. Newbegin
Titmouse with emphasis.
"And so you decline our offer of ten dollars?" Prescott asked, looking
still more thoughtful.
"I certainly do," replied Mr. Titmouse.
Then the owner of the wagon began to descant glowingly upon the
many advantages of going on a road hike aided by the service that such
a specially constructed wagon would give. In fact, Mr. Titmouse dwelt
so enthusiastically upon the value of his wagon that Dick shrewdly told
himself:

"He's very anxious---unusually so---to rent us that wagon. I've already
found out that he hasn't used the wagon in two years, nor has he
succeeded in renting it to anyone else. The wagon is so much useless
lumber in his stable."
"I wouldn't rent that wagon to everyone," Mr. Titmouse wound up.
"No, sir," Dick agreed heartily, yet with a most innocent look in his
face. "Not everyone would want the wagon."
"I---I don't mean that!" Mr. Titmouse exclaimed.
"In fact, sir," Dick went on very smoothly, "I have learned that you
have been offering the wagon for sale or hire during the last two
summers, without getting any customers."
"Eh?" demanded Mr. Titmouse in some astonishment.
"Naturally, sir," Dick went on, "before coming here to see you I made a
few inquiries in Tottenville. I discovered that in this vicinity the wagon
is something of a joke."
"What's that?" questioned the other