last boy sank back in his chair with a happy sigh there was still food to spare.
"I never thought I'd see the day when I'd quit eating while there was still some chicken on the table," murmured Chet Morton, "but this is the day."
"We have the Hardy boys to thank for this spread," said Jerry. "Let's give 'em three cheers."
The boys roared out their "hip, hip, hurrah!" three times, while Joe and Frank looked acutely uncomfortable. They looked still more uncomfortable when Slim Robinson got up, pushing back his chair.
"I'd like to say something, fellows, if you don't mind."
"Three cheers for Slim!" yelled some one.
So the boys gave Slim three cheers, and he gulped and blushed crimson.
"Speech!"
The cry was taken up.
"Speech! Speech!"
"I'm not going to make any speech," he said. "I only want to say something."
"Go ahead!"
"I'm not going to hand out any compliments to the Hardy boys."
Joe and Frank looked greatly relieved. They had been afraid of being embarrassed by Slim's gratitude.
