PRETTY POLLY UNDER SUSPICION
"Hello! Thad, that you?"
"Nobody else, Hugh. I rather thought I'd hear your voice when I stepped over to the 'phone. What's doing this fine Sunday afternoon?"
"Are you in for a little walk with me, Thad?"
"Just what would please me a heap, Hugh. Anything particular moving?"
"There you go suspecting that I've got something on tap just because I call up and invite you to cover a few miles, when the weather is so fine. But for once you've hit the nail on the head, my boy."
"That settles it, then. I'll rush right over, and join you, Hugh."
"Be careful and don't break your neck in your hurry, Thad. My news can keep; and what would poor Scranton High do for a catcher in the game next Saturday if you fractured your collar-bone?"
Whether Thad took the advice to heart or not, he certainly made his appearance at the home of his best chum in an incredibly brief space of time, flushed in the bargain, and with an eager light lurking in his eyes.
"Nothing doing until we get safely out of town," said Hugh, firmly; "so you'll have to put the brake on your impatience."