"Boys, boys!" he remonstrated. "Don't think of it yet!"
"Why not?" asked Dick.
"You would be killed," remonstrated the big German.
"Is that the best opinion you have of us, after the way you've
been praising us athletes for two years?" laughed Prescott.
"I'll toss you for it, Dick," nudged Dave.
"What's this?" demanded Mr. Macey.
"Prescott and I are going to toss for it, to see who shall have
the first chance to climb the spire and flagstaff," replied Dave.
"Nonsense! Out of the question," almost exploded Mr. Macey.
"It would be like murder to allow either of you to try. That's
work for a regular steeplejack."
"Well, what is a steeplejack?" demanded Dick. "He's a fellow
of good muscle and nerve, who can stand being in high places.
Either of us could climb a flagpole from down here in the street.
Why can't either of us go up there, just as well, and climb from
the steeple roof?"
"Prescott, have you any idea of the strength of the wind up there?"
demanded the real estate man. "It's blowing great guns up there!"
"Get some one to toss the coin, and either you or I call," insisted
Darrin.
Some one told Mrs. Macey what was being proposed.
"Oh, stop them!" she cried, leaning forward from the runabout.
"Boys, boys! Don't do anything wildly rash like that! I'd sooner
lose the scarf than have lives risked."
"She needn't worry," sneered some one in the crowd. "The High
School dudes are only bluffing.
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