The boys paused and looked at each other. Then a sudden twinkle came into Dave's clear eyes.
"If we could do it, it would be great," he murmured.
"Do what, Dave?" asked several at once.
"I don't care to say, unless I am certain we are all going to stand together."
"We are!" came in a chorus from all but Polly Vane, who was still deep in his books.
"What about you, Polly?" called out Roger.
"Me? Why—er—if a tailor's goose is a real goose, not a flatiron goose——"
"Oh, drop the goose business. We are talking about getting square with Haskers. Will you stand with the crowd?"
"You see, we don't want to make gooses of ourselves," said Phil, with a wink at Polly Vane.
"I'll stand by you," said Polly. "But please don't ask me to do something ridiculous, as when we dumped that feather bed down from the third-story landing, and caught those visitors, instead of Pop Swingly."