He started on a hunt for Andy, who had gone uptown to make a small purchase. He looked into several stores, and at last located his chum in a barber shop.
“Last haircut for some time to come,” announced Andy. “After this, I guess I’ll let my hair grow—it will be warmer.”
“I’ve got something to tell you,” returned Chet. “Hurry up.”
“Can’t hurry, when I’m getting my hair cut, Chet.”
Nevertheless, Andy told the barber not to waste time, and ten minutes later both boys were on the street. There Chet related what he had overheard, Andy listening in wonder.
“He certainly is the limit, Chet. Now, what do you suppose I had best do?”
“I don’t know—tell Mr. Dawson, I suppose.”
“But I don’t want to get him into trouble.”
“Do you think it will do that?”
“It might—and he might tell me it would be best for me to stay behind,” answered Andy, gloomily. “And I’m not going to stay behind!” he cried, desperately.