"Everybody says that," put in Moslof. "No matter where they have been, they say that." "I have traveled a little over the world," said Merriwell, "and I must say this is the most entrancing view I have ever looked upon." "I'm glad I took the trouble to come up," sighed Browning. As they were standing there, gazing enraptured upon the scene, there was a burst of girlish laughter from the hotel. Then at least a dozen girls came out upon the veranda. "What have we struck?" exclaimed Frank. "It must be a party," said Moslof. "Let's go in." Go in they did, the proprietor of the hotel meeting and welcoming them. It proved that Moslof was right, there was a party of girls up from the village, and Frank's sharp eyes found Phebe Macey was among them. Not a few of the girls were known to the boys. Those who were not known were introduced. "What a place for a dance!" thought Frank, as he looked the dining room over. "These tables could be cleared away, and then we----" He caught sight of the proprietor, and, in another moment, he drew the man aside. "If you want to dance, I'm willing," was the consent of the genial owner of the Summit House. "But where's your music? There's a fiddle here, but who can play it?" "I'll find somebody!" cried Frank, and he rushed for Diamond. But, before the dance could be started, it was found that the consent of the young lady chaperon who had accompanied the girls must be obtained. Frank approached her. At first she was not favorable, but Merriwell used diplomacy and finally won her over so that she consented to let the girls remain and dance an hour. Then there was a hustling to clear the dining room floor. The old violin was brought out and Diamond proceeded to tune up. Frank sought Phebe and asked her to waltz with him. "I don't think I will dance," she said, pretending to pout a bit. "Why not?" asked Merry, in surprise. "You do dance, do you not?" "Oh, sometimes." "And you will refuse me?" "You deserve to be refused." "Why, pray?" asked Frank, surprised. "I asked a favor of you to-day." A light broke in on Frank. "Oh, is that it? You wanted me to pitch for Camden?" "Yes." "And I didn't. Well, can't you pardon me this time?" "Really, I do not think you deserve it." "Perhaps not, but, if I promise to do better, will you----" "It's too late now." "How is that?" "Camden lost." "And might have lost just the same if I had pitched." "No," she said, with confidence, "I know all about your pitching. You would have won the game." "There is another game to-morrow." "Oh, that's in Rockland, and the Rocklands always win on their own ground." "Is that their reputation? Well, perhaps we may be able to break the spell and defeat them on their own ground once." "'We!' What do you mean by that? It can't be that you will pitch for Camden to-morrow?" "Will you waltz with me if I'll agree to do so?" "Yes," was her instant answer. "Done!" said Frank. "I'll pitch."