"I did—worse luck to him. Some day we'll have to have the white-caps visit him, or treat him to a coat of tar and feathers. It isn't the ten dollars that I mind so much as it is being gouged by a farmer. I'll get square though!"
It was several nights after this that Tom, gathering up some packages from his dresser, slipped on his coat and cap.
"Where you going?" asked Jack, yawning and tossing aside a book he had been pretending to study.
"Oh, just out for a walk," replied Tom, evasively.
"Want any company?"
"I'll be right back," was the remark, which would seem to indicate that company was not desired.
"All right. Bring me back some peanuts if you go past Pop's place," and Jack tossed over a dime.
Tom's chums were in bed when he returned, and without awakening them, as he supposed, he undressed in the dark and tumbled into his cot.
"That you, Tom?" murmured Jack sleepily.
"Yes."