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He took off his coat and vest, exposing a pair of purple cotton suspenders. "Throw those down somewhere, will you? Look out for the watch in the vest." "Don't be a fool, Durkin," begged Clint. "You can see it's a put-up job! Let me attend to it, won't you?" Penny shook his head. "No, I've got to do it," he answered. He turned to Dreer. "Will you promise to keep mum about this?" he asked.
Are you playing?" "No, but Thayer is. He's on the second, that is. I hope you don't think we do this sort of thing regularly, Mr. Detweiler." "No, I suspected that it was something rather extra," replied the other drily. "Think that he will What's his name, by the way?" "Harmon Dreer." "Think he will make trouble for you, Byrd?" Amy shrugged. "Not with faculty, I guess. He wouldn't dare.
"Don't be an ass," begged the other. "You can't do that." Amy doubled a capable-looking fist and viewed it thoughtfully. "I think I can," he responded grimly. "Oh, you know what I mean, Clint. You haven't any quarrel with Dreer." "I told him that the next time he talked rot about how much better Claflin is than Brimfield I'd lick him. I gave him fair warning, and he knows I'll do it, too."
Dreer looked about at the unrelenting faces, and, "I'll tell!" he cried. "I did it. Durkin hit me. You were there; you saw him!" He appealed to Clint. "And and I told him I'd get even. So so I did!" He looked defiantly about him. "I warned him." Amy nodded and reached for his coat. The stranger held it for him and handed him his cap. "Thank you, sir," said Amy. "That's all, Dreer. You may go."
"Durkin! That's enough of that!" Mr. Daley and Mr. Conklin stepped onto the scene. The instructor and the physical director had approached without a sound of warning, and Penny, Clint and Dreer, the latter exhibiting an evident desire to efface himself, stared in surprise for a moment.
"His memory is still weak, Clint. Come away from the fence, Dreer." "I won't! Let me alone! You've struck me twice, Byrd. That that ought to be enough." He ended with a sniffle. "Sorry," said Amy, "but I've got to arouse that memory of yours. If you won't come away from there, why " "Hello, hello!" said a voice. "What's the trouble, fellows?" The three boys started.
"Well, Clint says that Claflin played two fellows on her team last year who weren't eligible. What were their names, Clint?" "Ainsmith and Kenney," replied Clint unhesitatingly. "Ainsmith!" exclaimed Dreer. "Kenney! Say, you don't know what you're talking about, Thayer!" "That's what I told him," said Amy eagerly. "They were all right, weren't they?
You come around the day after school closes in the Spring and I'll talk with you." "You're a coward," sneered the big youth. "You'll either get up and fight or I'll kick you down the bank!" Clint was too angry now to remain longer diplomatic. "You're a fine one, Dreer," he declared hotly. "Why don't you fight your own battles and not bring a hired bully to do it for you?"
"I'm afraid not," answered Amy. "The fact is, sir, this fellow has a lamentable habit of speaking disrespectfully of his school. I have warned him that I didn't like it and he persists. What I " "It isn't that, sir!" cried Dreer passionately. "He says I I broke Durkin's fiddle, and I didn't, and the rest is only an excuse to to fight me! He hasn't any right " "Dreer!" protested Amy.
What do you know about that? Guess I'll go in and shake hands with him!" "Dreer?" asked Clint innocently. "Dreer! Yah! Penny. Someone ought to thank him on behalf of the school. Who was the kid? Charlie Melville?" "I didn't hear his first name," replied Clint, nodding. "He's a young rotter. Dare say he deserved what Dreer was giving him, although I don't believe in arm-twisting.
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