“Yes.”
“About what?”
“He came to see if I’d object to the indignation meeting which he informed me my friends were to hold this evening.”
“Well, that’s what I call pure, unadulterated gall!” snarled Bart.
“I considered it rather crusty,” smiled Frank.
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him some things I have longed to tell him for several days, and I informed him that I should raise no objection to the indignation meeting unless my friends sought to induce me to take part in it.”
“Good! good! good!” cried the others.
“That’s all right,” said Hodge; “but you were fooled later on.”
“In what way?”