"We'll do the thing in our own way," Hi retorted. "Come along,
Bill."
"I thought Martin might be up to some tricks," muttered Dick Prescott.
"If he is, tricks won't help him or his school," laughed Len.
"We'll see this thing put through in regular shape."
So, on Tuesday afternoon, Dick and his fellow members of the committee
were at the "Blade" office punctually.
At ten minutes past the time no boy from the North Grammar had
appeared.
"You won't have to wait much longer," smiled Len. "It looks as
though the North Grammar boys were bluffing."
At ten minutes of five Dick and his chums rose to leave the "Blade"
office.
"Wait a minute," urged Len at the door. "I believe I see your
rivals coming now."
Hi Martin, Bill Rodgers and Courtney Page strolled rather indolently
up to the door and entered.
"You're late," said Len crisply. "If you boys go into a race,
I believe you'll be just as late at the finish."
"There wasn't any use in hurrying," grunted Eel. "There's lots
of the day left."
"Unless you regard an appointment as a gentlemen's agreement,
and to be kept," marked Len Spencer, rather severely. "I have
been giving up my time to this affair of yours, and my time is
worth something. But take seats.
Pages:
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186