“I don’t know exactly. They’re to go about twelve miles out of town, so I was told.”
“Some young fellows from town helping to get it up, I believe?”
“Yes. Tom Drake, Bill Fenny, Joe McGuire, Ted Rosenblatt, and a bunch of others are interested. They’ll have one high old time, you believe me,” went on the livery-stable keeper’s assistant, with a grin.
“Rather a lively bunch, are they?” questioned Jack.
“About as lively as this town affords.”
“It’s a wonder some of our fellows are going with them,” was Fred’s comment.
“Oh, that’ll be all right. There won’t be anything out of the way,” put in Waxy hastily, afraid that he had said too much. “They’ll have a lively time, but everything will be perfectly all right.”
“Maybe,” answered Jack, and then, after a few more words with the assistant, the two cadets hurried off after their chums.
“If McGuire and Rosenblatt have anything to do with that party it will certainly be a lively one,” said Fred, on the way to the school. “They’re the liveliest fellows this town affords.”
“It won’t be any kind of a party for our girl friends to attend,” remarked Jack. “I certainly hope May and Ruth don’t go.”