now!" declared Dave, "Wonder what they would say?"
"I must take another snapshot or two," answered Roger.
He had brought a folding pocket camera with him and had already taken several rolls of pictures. None of the films had been developed, so he could not as yet tell how the snapshots would turn out. Now he took a picture of Dave knee-deep in snow, with the turnout and the others in the background.
"I ought to have a picture of that fight with the wolves," said Roger, when he put his camera away. "When we tell about it at the Hall some of the fellows will be sure to say it's a fish-story."
"Nat Poole won't believe it for one, Roger; and I don't think Merwell will believe it either."
At the mention of Merwell's name Dave's face clouded for an instant.
"I wish Merwell would leave Oak Hall, Roger," he said. "Somehow, I like that chap less than I do Nat Poole or anybody else—even Jasniff."
"So do I. Poole is a fool, and Jasniff is a hot-headed scamp, but this Merwell" The senator's son could not finish.
"I believe Merwell has the making of a thoroughly bad fellow in him," finished Dave. "I don't see how Doctor Clay allowed him to join the school."
On and on went the sleigh. The road was up-
