“Why not!”
“Cause, if you break your neck, you won’t be able to go to the show.”
“Huh!” grunted Teddy, hastily turning his back on his companion and starting for the house.
Phil took his way home silently and thoughtfully, carrying his precious bundle of books under an arm, his active mind planning as to how he might employ his time to the best advantage during the summer vacation that was now so close at hand.
A rheumatic, bent figure was standing in front of the shack where the lad lived, glaring up the street from beneath bushy eyebrows, noting Phil Forrest’s leisurely gait disapprovingly.
Phil saw him a moment later.
“I’m in for a scolding,” he muttered. “Wonder what it is all about this time. I don’t seem able to do a thing to please Uncle Abner.”
CHAPTER II.
PHIL HEARS HIS DISMISSAL
“Where you been, young man?” The question was a snarl rather than a sentence.
“To school, Uncle, of course.”