“I want that money, Tommy. I’ve got to have it,” they heard Codfish say in a pleading tone. “Can’t you let me have it to-day?”
“I can’t let you have a cent,” grumbled Flanders. “Didn’t I tell you I lost every dollar of my allowance on the races?”
“Yes, but you promised me that five dollars last week,” went on the sneak of Colby Hall. “You said you would be sure to give it to me.”
“Oh, why don’t you shut up whining?” burst out Billy Sands. “You had more fun out of that affair than we did. I don’t believe you ought to make Tommy pay for anything like that.”
“I don’t care! I did it because you wanted me to and because you promised me the five dollars,” went on Codfish stubbornly. “I think it’s awful mean that you don’t give it to me.”
“Oh, give us a rest!” growled Flanders, and then the four cadets passed on.
“Well, what do you think of that?” ejaculated Fred, when the quartet were out of hearing. “I didn’t know Codfish was hobnobbing with Tommy Flanders.”
“Neither did I,” returned Jack. “I suppose he got acquainted through Sands and Halliday. He might rather leave that bunch alone.”
“I saw that Stowell boy with Tommy Flanders in town some weeks ago,” remarked May. “They were in the drug store having some soda. I remember it very well from a remark that Flanders dropped. I thought it was awfully funny.”