"On my honor, I won't," Dick promised.
"On your honor, you won't tell us what the man on the clubhouse
steps said?" demanded Tom Reade suspiciously.
"On my honor, I won't try to dodge out of it, or postpone it a
minute beyond five o'clock. On my honor I'll tell you, at five
o'clock, to-day, what the man on the clubhouse steps said."
"Good!" cried many voices.
"Will many of you be there?" Dick inquired.
"We'll all be there," declared Spoff Henderson. "But, remember,
Dick Prescott, you're in honor bound to tell us at last."
"You won't find me dodging or up to any tricks," Dick agreed solemnly.
"Until five o'clock, then."
Dick started along. At first quite a crowd went with him, but
by degrees the number decreased until only his own five immediate
chums were with him.
"Say," suggested Reade suddenly, "since you're going to make a
public, show of this, Dick, you ought to let our little crowd
in on a private view."
"What do you mean?" Prescott quizzed.
"You know well enough what I mean," Tom retorted. "You ought
to tell our own little crowd in advance what the man on the clubhouse
steps said."
"Do you really think so?" Prescott asked.
"I do," affirmed Tom.
"And so do the rest of us," asserted Dave Darrin.
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