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"You each had a whack. What more do you want? So long, Dreer." "Long," murmured the other, closing his eyes. "Tell him to look out Thayer." Clint's first impulse was to seek Penny, but before he reached the door of Number 13 the strains of the fiddle began to be heard and Clint, with a shrug and a smile, sought his own room.
He's just the sort of chap Dreer would naturally take up with." "Listen!" commanded Clint. "They're coming back, I guess." Someone was certainly approaching down the hill. Penny frowned. "If it is they," said Clint anxiously, "don't have any words with them, Durkin." "Not me," replied Penny resolutely. "Can't afford to." Just then Dreer and his friend came into sight. Clint watched hopefully.
Don't you touch me, Byrd!" "Put your hands up!" "I won't! You're bullies! Two against one isn't fair!" "Thayer won't touch you. I'll attend to you alone and unaided, Dreer. Fair warning!" "Keep away from me! You'd better! Don't you " Dreer picked himself up slowly from the sidewalk. There was a frightened look in his eyes. "I don't see what you're doing this for," he half whimpered.
Amy argued and stormed and threatened to go into Number 15 and knock Harmon Dreer into a cocked-hat, but in the end he had to subside. Penny insisted on taking his medicine. Clint was as sorry as possible for Penny, but he didn't have much time for sympathy. With practice on Monday afternoon football affairs at Brimfield started on their last lap.
Melville was no longer an active participant, though, when Clint appeared unnoted on the scene and paused across the corridor in surprise. It was Penny and Harmon Dreer who held the centre of the stage. "What are you butting in for?" demanded Dreer angrily. "I'll cuff the kid if I want to. You get out of here, Penny." "You weren't cuffing him," replied Penny hotly.
Could you find it convenient to tell us who sneaked into Durkin's room and cracked it?" "No, I couldn't," muttered Dreer. "You see, sir?" Amy appealed to the stranger. "Memory still pretty bad!" "Hm, yes, I see. You think ah " "Absolutely certain, sir." "Then, perhaps, a little more treatment " "My idea exactly, sir!" Amy advanced toward Dreer again, hands up.
I need that scholarship the worst way and I have a hunch that I'll get it if I don't get into trouble. I had it last year, you know. I haven't done very well with business this Fall; fellows haven't seemed to want things much. No, if Dreer figured out that I wouldn't go after him on account of the scholarship, he guessed about right.
Oh, if I can get that scholarship I'll be all right. You see, though, don't you, why I didn't want to scrap with Dreer? It might have just queered everything for me." "Yes, I see," asserted Clint. "You did the right thing. You'd have been mighty silly to risk it, Durkin. What about playing? You you play pretty well, don't you? Couldn't you make any money that way?" "No." Penny shook his head.
Fifteen minutes later Harmon Dreer, returning from the post office, spied ahead of him, loitering in the direction of the Academy, two boys of whom one looked at the distance of a block away very much like the obnoxious Byrd.
"Hired bully!" exploded Beaufort, who was working himself into a fine imitation of a rage. "For two cents I'd knock your head off, you fresh kid!" Harmon Dreer only smirked. "It's no business of mine," he said. "If you fellows throw stones you've got to take the consequences, Thayer." "When we do, we will, but you know well enough we didn't throw a stone, Dreer.
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