“All right,” responded Ned. “If I get up the scheme myself I’ll take all the credit.”
“You’re welcome to it,” spoke Frank. “The credit—and what comes after.”
“Are you going to do anything?” asked Bart.
“Witness is not prepared to answer,” was Ned’s reply. “I may and I may not.”
If Ned’s chums could have seen him an hour later, talking to a farmer who lived about a mile outside of the town, they would have had grave suspicions regarding what he proposed to do to make the last day of school memorable.
The morning session of the last day passed off quietly enough. There was not much done in the way of lessons. Some students arranged with their teachers to do some studying during vacation to make up “conditions,” and others were consulting with the instructors about the work for next term.
Professor McCloud announced that the closing exercises would be held in the afternoon, the boys and girls assembling in the large auditorium on the second floor.
“I don’t see that you’re going to make good about that trick of yours,” observed Fenn to Ned at the noon recess.
“Who said I was going to play any trick?”