The Grammar School Boys in Summer Athletics

"But why hasn't the fire department been out here?" "The Gridley fire department doesn't respond outside of city limits, except on request and by permission of the mayor, sir," Prescott answered. "I'll drive down and telephone any message for you," offered the chauffeur, who had left his car behind and had traveled on foot up to the cottage. "Firemen would be of little use now," replied the man in charge of the party. "We can do nothing until the blazing embers cool, which won't be for hours yet. Still, we might go as close to the blaze as possible, and see if there are any signs of a human body in the embers.'' While this was being done darkness camedown over the summer day. There was plenty of light, however, around the destroyed cottage. For some time the searchers explored as well as the heat of the glowing embers would permit. "I am satisfied," said the tall man at last, "that no human being was consumed in this fire. If so, we would certainly see some evidences of remains. Still, these ashes, when cool, must be searched." "You don't need me any more, do you, sir?" asked Dick. "Is it near your bedtime yet?" smiled the stranger. "I haven't had my supper yet," Prescott smiled. "Neither has Darrin." "Bless me! What a brute I am to forget a boy's stomach!" cried the tall one. "Here," taking a banknote from his pocket, "I will have the chauffeur drive you back to town and then return for us. Take this money and get the best supp...