I would just as lief fly an
old-fashioned kite as anything."
"Dick is right, though," put in Fred Garrison. "Now you have a
big flat-kite there, three times larger than mine. Yet I'll wager
my little box kite will fly higher than your kite."
"Done!" cried Sam. "What shall the wager be?"
"Ice cream for the boys of our dormitory," answered Fred.
"All right, but how is a fellow to get the cream if he loses?"
"That's for him to find out, Sam. If I lose I'll sneak off to
Cedarville, as Dick did once, and buy what I need."
"Ice cream for our room it is," said. Frank.
"And mum's the word about the wager, or Captain Putnam will spoil
the whole affair if he gets wind of it."
"Make me stakeholder," grinned Tom. I'd just like to lay hands on
about two quarts of chocolate cream."
"There won't be any stakeholder," said Dick.
"But when is this kite-flying contest to come off?"
The matter was talked over, and it was decided to wait until the
next Saturday, which would be, as usual, a half-holiday. In the
meantime some of the other boys heard there was going to be a
contest, although they knew nothing of the wager made, and half a
dozen other matches were arranged.
Saturday proved to be cool and clear with a stiff breeze blowing
directly from the west. This being so, it was decided, in order
to get clear of the woods in front of the Hall, to hold the
contests on Baker's Plain, a level patch of ground some distance
to the westward.
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