“It wouldn’t surprise me to find him there.”
“Why, dern his pesky hide! he went plum back on us the very day we landed in Maplewood. He turned traitor. Then he had the crust to crawl around you and try to excuse himself.”
“He has plenty of crust,” agreed Dick. “It’s his cheek that keeps him up in the world.”
“When do you plan to start for Fardale?” asked the Texan.
“In a day or two. I wish to be with Frank as long as possible. I have thought he may be ready to go on to New York by the time we have to start for school.”
“Well, I don’t know, but I’ll be glad to get back to the old school,” confessed the Texan. “There will be doings this fall. I suppose you will jog out the bunch and commence football practice just as soon as we strike there?”
“I will not waste time about it. The more practice we get the better it will be.”
“We ought to have a hot old team this year, partner.”
“I think we’ll have a good one. Frank wants to come on to Fardale for a few days, but he’s afraid he can’t do it. He’s going to have his hands full directly with that railroad business.”
“How would you like to go down there into Mexico with him and see the railroad pushed through?”