Merry laughed.
“Come along, you two fire eaters. Billy’s right, for I counted six.”
“You were cooler than I was, then,” commented Clancy. “Shall we go wake up the constable, old man? There’s no doubt about our being able to——”
Frank shook his head.
“I think they’ve had enough punishment, to judge by the way they acted. Let it go, fellows. You aren’t hurt?”
“Nary scratch,” said Clancy. “Somebody hit me with a brick, but it struck my shoulder and didn’t hurt. Of course, if you think it’s better not to prosecute ’em, I’m agreeable. But I’d like to see that cuss Carson do time for this business.”
Frank nodded. He knew exactly how his chum felt in the matter, but the Clippers had received fair punishment, and their attack had failed. When he went on to state that by prosecuting Carson they would be detained in town, the others agreed instantly.
“Sure,” said Billy. “We couldn’t afford to miss that Franklin game. I wish you two obstinate mules wouldn’t go to the hotel, though.”
“We’ll let your mother get a little sleep,” said Clancy. “She got a bang-up supper after the game, and it wouldn’t be fair to impose on her, Billy. I’ll take you back to-morrow in the Hornet, if you’ll sit on the running board.”
“You bet I will! Just the same, I wish we were goin’ back to-night,” added Billy, with a worried note in his voice. “The Carsons are down on you because you helped me, Chip, and they never overlook an injury.”