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"See here, fellows," spoke Thomp, "there's a big chance fer the crowd to win fun and glory for good old Gridley H.S. Seniors and Dick & Co. will steal down the alleyway, and be upon that lookout before he can say 'batter-cakes and coffee. Juniors and sophs go in a bunch, prepared to catch the lookout on Main Street. All get your coats and come softly down the side stairs!"
"Fellows," proposed Thompson, "we owe this freshie " "Stop that!" roared one of the fellows. "Prescott may be young -painfully young -but he's no freshie." "Then," amended Thompson, with grave dignity, "we owe a handsome reward to this -upper classman. May I tell him what the reward is to be?" "Go ahead, Thomp!" came an answering roar. "Then, listen, Prescott.
That applause acted like incense under the young man's nostrils. He determined to go farther out, maintaining his present step unbroken. "Look out, Ripley!" warned Thomp. "The ice won't bear out there." Fred didn't reply by as much as a look. He kept on out toward the thin ice. Cra-a-ack! Splash! The thin ice had broken.
Dick Prescott, though not breaking down or wilting under the suspicion that lay against him, felt convinced that it would be out of place for him to attend High School affairs while on the suspended list. "Humph!" grunted Thomp.
"Do you care to come around and see us this afternoon?" pursued Captain Sam. "Say three o'clock." "I'd be delighted." "Then come around and see us, Prescott. Maybe you'll be interested in something that you see and hear." "I wonder " began Dick, wistfully. "Well, what?" asked Thomp. "Could you possibly include my chums in that invitation? They're all mightily interested."
"Why, you see, sir," proclaimed Thomp, "every member of the team, and every sub who stands any show to get into the game, has taken the oath of the dub." "'The oath of the dub'?" repeated Sub-master Morton. "That's a new one on me. "It's a new one on us all," admitted Thompson, gravely.
He was a member of the first class, a member of the school eleven, and a husky young fellow who could enforce his opinions at need. "Get back, Thomp," retorted Ripley. "The cub wants to fight, and he's got to." "Not if he has an injured hand," retorted Frank, quickly. "He hasn't," jeered Ripley. "And he's got so fight, if he has four lame hands." "He can fight, then, yes," agreed Thompson.
Then came Miss Jennie, and last of all our captain. Jackwell sprang up the ladder quickly, and stood in the gangway. "How are you, sir, Captain Thomp " Captain Henry checked himself, looking at our skipper as though he had seen a ghost. "Why, Jack " But Jackwell had put up his hand, smiling pleasantly. "Jack it is, old man.
"Say, fellows," began Fred, with a confident air, "I just want to mention the fact that I haven't received a card to the senior ball yet." "Maybe you will, next year," suggested Thomp coolly. Fred flushed, then went white. "Oh, very well, if you mean than I'm to be left out," grunted Ripley.
"Bring your friends along, then," agreed Captain Sam Edgeworth, though he solemnly hoped, under his breath, that he wasn't establishing a fearful precedent by showing such wholesale cordiality to the usually despised freshmen. "We'll use all six of you as our mascots," laughed Thomp.
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