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“A precious pair of rascals,” remarked Herb, disgustedly, as they watched the retreating figures.

“Oh, my prophetic soul!” exclaimed Joe. “What did I tell you when I saw them coming? Didn’t I say they were cooking up something as they came along? I tell you they’re hopeless.”

“I’m afraid they are,” agreed Bob, regretfully. “I really thought that after we’d saved Buck’s life and after all his tears and promises, he might reform. But you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. Buck’s yellow through and through.”

“We ought to have let the bears get him when they were clawing at the raft,” declared Herb. “What hasn’t that fellow and his gang tried to do to us? Tried to smash our radio sets and a dozen other things!”

“Feeling better, Jimmy?” inquired Bob, as the four chums resumed their interrupted walk.

“A little bit sore at the pit of my stomach, but the pain’s going away,” replied Jimmy. “It certainly knocked me out for a minute. Thought I’d never be able to breathe again.”

“We’ll just mark that up as another tally in our score against Buck Looker,” said Bob. “And now let’s try to forget that beauty and talk of something pleasanter. Did you fellows read about that radio test by the airplane mail pilot? It was in this morning’s paper.”