“I’m sure I don’t know, Fred. But I do know I’d hate to see either of them going out with such a fellow as Brassy.”
“It will be a shame to have any of those girls associate with him!” burst out Fred indignantly. “He’s not in their class at all—he’s altogether too loud and flashy.”
“He certainly sports a lot of cheap jewelry,” was Jack’s comment. “And that suit of clothes that he had on when he first came to the Hall was a scream.”
“Let’s go around to the livery stable and see if we can find out something about the party.”
The place Fred had in mind was located on a side street less than a block away, and it did not take the two young officers long to reach it. They found the livery-stable keeper out, but one of his assistants came forward to see what they wanted.
“Hello, Waxy,” cried Jack cordially, for he had met the young fellow many times before. “How are you these days?”
“Fine as a spider’s web,” answered Waxy, with a grin.
“I understand you’re going to use your two big sleighs for a party this week for some of our fellows?” went on the young captain.
“Yes, both sleighs are hired for Thursday or Friday night,” was the answer. “But you could get ’em for any other night you might want,” went on Waxy, with an eye to business.
“Where is the party to be held?” questioned Fred.