"And that puts me in mind of a story!" cried Shadow. "Once a little boy"
"Quit it, Shadow!" interrupted Sam. "You don't expect Dave and Roger and Phil to listen to your yarns when they are starving, do you? Tell the story after they have filled up."
"Well, it was only a short yarn," pleaded the story-teller of the school. "But, of course, if we can do anything"
"You can—I think," said Dave. "But you must act quickly."
"What's to be done?"
"Since I have been here I have noticed a wagon going through on the main road every evening about this time. It belongs to Rousmann, the delicatessen man of Rockville. I wish you'd stop him and see what you can buy for us." And as he finished Dave took a two-dollar bill from his pocket and held it out.
"By hookey! I'll do it!" cried Sam, readily. "Come on, Shadow! Maybe we can get enough to have a little feast to-night!"
"Not on two dollars," answered Phil. "Here's another fifty cents."
"Oh, I've got a little money of my own," returned Sam.
"So have I—thirty-five cents," added Shadow. "My allowance is behind time. And that puts me in mind of another story. Two men were—
