Publisher's Synopsis
"You never can guess it-you never can guess the news, Teddy," cried Phil Forrest, rushing into the gymnasium, his face flushed with excitement. Teddy Tucker, clad in a pair of linen working trunks and a ragged, sleeveless shirt, both garments much the worse for their winter's wear, was lazily swinging a pair of Indian clubs. "What is it, some kind of riddle, Phil?" he questioned, bringing the clubs down to his sides.