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Promptly to the minute Dick reached the street door of the office building. Here he encountered Dave Darrin and Dalzell. "You, too?" asked Dick. "It looks as though all of Dick & Co. had been summoned," replied Dave Darrin. On entering the lawyer's office they found their other three chums there ahead of them. Tip Scammon was there, also, looking far from downcast.
"After a few seconds I got over my bewilderment enough to try to give chase. But the dastard had sneaked away, cat-foot. I know who it was, though, even if I didn't see him." "Tip Scammon?" "Surely," nodded Darrin. "He's Ripley's right hand at nasty work, isn't he?" "I'd hate to think that Fred had a hand in such mean business," muttered Dick, flushing. "Don't be simple," muttered Dave.
"I haven't ten dollars, Tip -on my honor," he protested, hesitatingly. "On yer -what?" questioned Scammon, with utter scorn. "I haven't ten dollars." "How much have ye?" There was something in Tip's ugly eyes that scared the boy. Fred went quickly through his pockets, producing, finally, six dollars and a half. "I'll give you six of this, Tip," proposed Fred, rather miserably.
"It'll take five more to give me lock-jaw," declared Scammon. "I'm jest out of prison, and I mean to enjoy myself restin' a few days before I settle down to a job again. So, to-morrow, turn up with the five!" "I don't know where to get the money." "Find out, then," sneered the other.
Tip, muttering something, edged away from under Dave's extended hand. "Now, ye wanter understand," continued young Scammon, "that I can't be played with, jest because some folks think I'm down. If you come fooling around me you'll have to explain or apologize." "Tip," questioned Dave Darrin, sharply, "why did you just throw two brickbats at Dick Prescott's head?"
He was a tough character, and regarded as one of the worse than worthless young men of Gridley. Tip was a handy fellow, a jack-of-all-trades, with several at which he might have made an honest living -but he wouldn't. Yet Tip's father was old John Scammon, the highly respected janitor at the High School, where he had served for some forty years.
They called for the Officer of the Guard, who came, passed us inside, and shook hands cordially with us. His first inquiry was if we knew Charley Marseilles, whom you remember ran that little bakery at Andersonville. We were treated very kindly at Jacksonville. General Scammon was in command of the post, and had only been released but a short time from prison, so he knew how it was himself.
He, blundering savage, fancies that he sees to the bottom of her grief, and one day, while urging his suit, he opens his blanket and shows the scalp of Scammon, to prove that he has avenged her. She looks in horror, but when he flings the bloody trophy at her feet she baptizes it with a forgiving tear. What villainy may this lead to?
The congratulatory crowd being too large for Dick alone, his five partners were holding separate little receptions for groups, relating how Dick, Dave and Greg had captured Tip Scammon. Such speculation there was as to who Tip's unrecognized companion could have been the night before. As Fred stepped into the big room he was conscious of many unfriendly glances that were sent in his direction.
It looked attractive to a boy who wanted to earn money, so the sophomore eagerly accepted the assignment. As it happened, Dick had had to wait a long time at the house at which he called before the man he wanted to see returned home. Dick was on his way to "The Blade" office when he caught sight of Tip Scammon. The latter did not see or hear the sophomore approaching.
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