“I guess I can manage,” Frank responded, and though the gale did get a good purchase on the flat surface of the dial which was two feet in diameter, Frank clung to it and took it home with him.
“See you to-morrow!” called Fenn to Frank, as the latter turned off on a street that led to his uncle’s house. The others went in the opposite direction.
“We’ll come and take a look at the ruins by daylight,” suggested Frank. “Good-night.”
“Good-night,” called his chums, and the girls.
“Queer sort of a relic he’s got,” observed Bart.
“It’s just like him,” Ned rejoined. “Frank’s a queer chap anyhow.”
“I think he’s nice,” remarked Alice.
“So do I,” chimed in Jennie.
“Who said he wasn’t?” demanded Bart. “Can’t a fellow make a remark about his chum without being found fault with?”
“I don’t think it’s nice to say he’s queer,” Alice said.