"I've been wondering," said Anton, "if we oughtn't to notify Jed Tighe somehow."
"We've got to," said Bob.
"And only get rowed at for our pains," declared Fred.
This was so likely that all the boys felt the truth of the remark and there was a moment's silence.
"Play square," said Bob.
"Jed Tighe has never done anything to help the League," said Fred. "I don't see why we should do anything to help him."
"Well," said Ross, "we can't take that stand. Any chap that needs help ought to be warned. If you saw his house on fire, Fred, you wouldn't hesitate to tell Jed Tighe, would you?"
"No," answered the editor doubtfully, "I wouldn't, but this seems different, some way. We might be making fools of ourselves and he'd have the laugh on us for ever."
"Better be laughed at for trying to help than blamed for not trying," repeated Bob.
This was unanswerable and to Ross was deputed the dubious pleasure of notifying the hard old farmer. As the boys separated, Anton looked at his watch.