They crossed the court, and Blake tried the cut once more. This
time Cooper was ready for it and sent it back with a swift underhand
drive, and a rally began right at the start. The game promised to
be a good one and it drew many interested watchers, though most of
the boys had followed Rawson and the two patrol leaders over to
the hotel.

Cooper won the first game, and the second was in progress, when the
attention of some of their companions was drawn to a horse and
buggy driven by two boys, appearing on the brow of the hill and
coming along the road which skirted the tennis courts. The occupants
of the buggy were Tom Sherwood and Art Cameron, and as they drew
near they were hailed with shouts of delight.

"Oh, you farmer!"

"Hayseed, where've you been planted?"

"Welcome to our city!"

"Come over here and get next to this game."

They did so, after tying Keno to a post and giving him his noonday
rations which they had brought with them from the farm. The story
of the championship match that had just been played was related to
them in full detail; they in turn stated the errand on which they
had come.

"You know we've been staying at Ralph Kenyon's farm, having a
great time," Tom, explained. "Well, last night, after Art and