"Why, why—"
"I've heard him sing before. Good night!"
"Come back here," laughed Phil, grabbing his companion by the shoulder. "We can stand even Walter's singing if he can. But really, fellows, we can't stay more than fifteen or twenty minutes."
"Why not?"
"Because we must get to the train. Were we to be left we might come in for a fine. Mr. Sparling is very strict. He expects everybody to live up to the rules. I'm sorry, but—"
"It's all fixed, Phil. No need to worry," President Billy informed him.
"Fixed? What do you mean?"
"With Mr. Sparling."
"You—you told him?"
"Yes."