“There must be some mistake here, Mr. Sparr,” put in our hero. “Phil didn’t call this spread off. We are here for it, as you can see.”
“But he did call it off—this noon,” returned the hotel proprietor. “And he wasn’t a bit nice about it, either. When I asked him what I should do with the extras I had ordered he told me to do as I pleased—send ’em to the Old Ladies’ Home, or throw ’em away! He didn’t act a bit nice.”
“Say, you chump, you!” shouted Phil, growing suddenly angry. “I didn’t send you any word at all about calling it off. I––”
“Don’t you call me a chump, you young rascal!” shouted the hotel man, in equal heat. “I got your message over the telephone––”
“I never sent any,” interrupted Phil.
“It must be a trick,” cried Roger.
“Who played it?” queried another student.
“Maybe this is the work of some of the Military Academy fellows.”
“Like as not.”
“But how did they learn that Phil was going to give the spread?”