Football -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
“No, Mrs. S. doesn’t give meals. She used to, but that was before my
time. I eat around. Usually at ‘The Eggery.’ Sometimes at Thacher’s.
Stan says you’re out for the football team. Going to make it all right?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure. I’m going to try to. Do you--are you----”
“No, I’m not athletic, Bates. My favourite sport is mumblepeg. Besides,
my studies prevent. Oh, shut up, Stan! Let me make a good impression on
Bates, can’t you? What time is it, anyway? Look here, let’s go to the
movies. What do you say?”
“Not for me,” answered Stanley. “I’ve got to beat it back and do some
work tonight. Besides, the last time----”
“Oh, that!” laughed Rusty. “Wasn’t it silly? Such a fuss about so
little, eh?”
“Oh, yes, very little!” Stanley turned to Dick. “He and Blash stretched
a rope across the aisle and tied it to the arms of the seats ahead of
them. Being fairly dark, some confusion ensued!”
“During which, if I remember correctly, you and Joe and Blash sneaked
out. Just shows what a guilty conscience will do, Bates. I remained,
secure in my innocence, and saw the show through.”
“Yes, you rotter!” said Stan indignantly. “You put the blame on us, and
every time I go there now the doorman looks at me unkindly.”
“Well, you were out of the way and I wasn’t. Besides, I wanted to see
the rest of the picture.”
“Rusty, if you got your deserts,” said Stanley, feelingly, “you’d be
shot at sunrise. Well, I must beat it. Coming along, Dick?”
Dick went, in spite of Rusty’s pleas. They left by way of the bedroom
and Dick watched the hall door very, very carefully. It proved to be a
perfectly normal door, however. Rusty told Dick to call again and held
conversation with them over the banister until they had reached the
street door, while from a second floor room came howls of “Shut up,
Rusty! Shu-u-ut u-u-up!”
“It’s only Haynes,” called Rusty reassuringly. “Don’t mind the poor
fish. Come again, fellows! Good night!”
In the letter rack in Sohmer was another envelope addressed to Dick and
within was a third penny.
CHAPTER VI
DICK MAKES AN ENEMY
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