“Phil, I wouldn’t say anything more just now—you are too excited,” said Dave, catching his chum by the arm.
“Yes, but that fellow is as mean as—as dirt!” answered the shipowner’s son.
“He hasn’t any right to keep Phil’s money,” said one student.
“Then the feast is called off, is it?” said Buster, with something like a groan in his voice.
“And somebody is going to have the laugh on us!” added Shadow. “Say, this puts me in mind of a story,” he added, brightening. “Once some boys were going––”
“Oh, stow it, Shadow!”
“This is no time for stories!”
“I’d rather go down to the cemetery and weep.”
“Nobody is going to have the laugh on me,” cried Phil. “We’ll get something somewhere.”
“Right you are!” cried Dave. “I’ve got it!” he added. “Let us drive over to Rockville and get something at the hotel there. I know the proprietor and he’s a nice man.”