"Come on, fellows, if you are going It's a good six-mile skate to Squirrel Island, and we've got to hustle if we want to get there in time for lunch." "Wait till I fix my right skate, Dave," returned Phil Lawrence. "I don't want to lose it on the way." "Say, that puts me in mind of a story," came from another of the group of schoolboys who were adjusting their skates. "Once a man asked for a pair of skates for--" "Stow it, Shadow " interrupted Dave Porter. "We haven't any time now to listen to stories. You can tell them while we are resting up at the island." "Shadow can tell stories while we put away the lunch," observed Roger Morr, with a grin.