"
"Let's get along then," Tom urged. "And---whew! It's after half
past six!"
"You'd better run, then," jeered Dave. "Your stomach won't allow
any more fooling!"
"Now, what ought I to say to a crank like Darry?" demanded Reade,
turning to Prescott.
"You'd better overwhelm him, by saying what the man on the clubhouse
steps said," urged Dick.
"And what was that?" asked Tom eagerly.
"We-ell," hesitated Dick, "I believe that's still a secret."
The Grammar School boys were now walking rapidly through the woods,
but at mention of the clubhouse topic all had gathered close to
their young leader.
"Aren't you going to tell us now?" demanded Greg.
"I'm afraid not right away," responded Prescott slowly.
"See here, Dickins," growled Dave Darrin, "for months you've been
stringing us about what the man on the clubhouse steps said.
Time and again you've sprung that on us, and you've never given
us the slightest satisfaction. Now, you'd either better tell
us, or shut up about the man on the clubhouse steps."
"All right," sighed Dick. "I'll-----"
"Well?" insisted five boys in the same breath.
"I reckon I'll shut up," Dick rejoined.
"Say, somebody ought to hit Dickins!" grunted Reade.
"That's right," grinned Dan.
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