“No, I guess I didn’t.”
“And we never knew Mr. Hobson was your stepfather,” added Jerry. “In fact, we never heard that your stepfather’s name was Hobson.”
“No, I guess I was too uppish to let you hear much of me,” returned Frank, with a laugh. “But it will be different from now on. We’ll be friends; won’t we?”
“Sure!” chorused Jerry and Bob, as they shook hands all around.
“But you won’t squeal on us any more when we have a midnight spread, or hoist the sacred picture on the flagpole; will you?” Ned demanded.
Frank’s face flushed.
“I did squeal on you about that first spread, and I gave the proctor the key,” he confessed, “and I’m mighty sorry I did it. I was just mad. But I didn’t squeal about the picture!”
“You didn’t?” cried Ned. “Then who did?”
“I don’t know,” Frank replied, “but I don’t believe it was any of the fellows.”