“Sure,” declared Reddy, and I might add here that when the auxiliary race was rowed, two weeks later, Elmwood did win easily over her rival.
“Bennington is here,” remarked Tom, as with Jack he walked toward the campus with Reddy.
“Is that so? It’s about time he blew in. Where did you see him?”
Tom explained, telling of the peremptory manner in which Professor Skeel had ordered them from his lawn.
“Oh, you mustn’t mind that,” advised Reddy. “He certainly is getting worse every term. I don’t see why Dr. Meredith keeps him. He’s the worst one of the faculty, and if he doesn’t look out he’ll get what’s coming to him.”
“Well, what shall we do this evening?” asked Jack, as he and his chum were in their room after supper. “I’ve done with my boning.”
“So have I. What do you say to a lark? Let’s run the guard and go to town.”
“I’m with you. Let’s get some of the other fellows,” proposed Jack. “Bert Wilson will come, and so will George Abbot, I guess, if he can stop asking questions long enough.”
“Sure we’ll go,” declared Bert, when the chums made the proposal to him.
“But what will we do when we get there?” George wanted to know.