“I think they’re both afraid of each other, Joe,” said Bob, turning to his friend. “What’s your opinion?”
“Looks that way to me, too. They remind me of a couple of cats that stand and yell at each other for an hour, and then walk off without mixing it after all.”
“Well, we’re not going to go to mauling each other just to amuse you two Indians, that’s certain,” said Herb. “Let’s shake hands and show the world we’re friends, Jimmy.”
“Righto!” agreed his good-natured friend, and they laughingly shook hands.
“We’d better save our scrapping for Buck Looker and his friends,” said Bob. “I suppose they’ll be up to some kind of mischief as soon as we get back to school again. They seem never to learn by experience.”
“They’re too foolish and conceited to learn much,” observed Joe. “They probably think they know all there is to know already.”
“In spite of that, we may be able to teach them a trick or two,” said Herb. “But whether you fellows know it or not, it’s getting pretty late, so I think I’ll go and hit the hay. Who’s coming my way?”
“I suppose we might as well all beat it,” returned Joe, rising. “If we don’t see each other 68 to-morrow, I suppose we’ll all meet at the dear old high school on Monday morning. Three silent cheers, fellows.”
“Consider them given,” laughed Bob. “But we’ll have plenty of fun, too, so why mind a little hard work?”
After hunting in odd corners for their caps, the boys finally found them all and departed gayly on their way, only slightly depressed by the imminence of the fall term at high school.