tion, "it is nip and tuck between Wayring, Sheldon and me."
"I expected as much," said Tom, to himself. "Wayring, Sheldon and Hastings are better than the rest at every thing. I shall enter for that or some other race, and if I don't take the conceit out of all of you, I shall never forgive myself. Then it would not be of any use for me to try to get into the Toxophilites?" he said, aloud.
"Not the slightest. I'll tip you the wink when there is an opening, and you can apply or not, just as you think best. We never ask any body to join us."
"But you asked me to join the canoe and yacht clubs."
"I know it, and I had a right to. The three organizations are governed by entirely different rules. There's the bugle," said Arthur, catching up his bow which lay on the rustic bench on which he and Tom had been sitting during this conversation. "I must go and shoot as soon as I can find my girl. Come on, and see us punch the gold three times out of five."
"I can't," replied Tom. "I must hunt up
