“There were others,” replied Billy with a grin.
Herring and his accomplices found a chance to meet again later when there was no chance of being interrupted by any of Jack’s friends, and the bully laid his plans before the rest.
“That’s all right,” said Merritt.
“Couldn’t have fixed it up better myself,” added Holt.
“That’ll do the trick,” said another.
Some time later, with still considerable time before supper, Jack happened to be passing the rear of the house where Bucephalus was at work on a wagon.
“Dey was a tullyphome message fo’ yo’, sah,” said the man. “Yo’ was to call up two-fo’-six as soon as conwenient.”
“Where is the booth, Bucephalus?” asked Jack.
“Raght in bahn, sah. Dere am a switch fo’ mah conwenience. Yo’ll fin’ it cluss to de do’, sah.”
“All right,” and Jack went into the barn, where he saw a telephone receiver and transmitter on a little shelf near the door.