"For luck," she said. "That's what they do when folks get married."
"But Bobby and I aren't getting married," complained Fred, rubbing his right ear where the shoe had landed. "And, anyway, no girl's got a right to shut her eyes tight and throw an old boot like that. How'd you know you wouldn't do some damage?"
"That's the luck of it," chuckled Bobby. "It's lucky she didn't hurt you worse."
CHAPTER X
NEW SURROUNDINGS
The boys were so eagerly looking ahead that they scarcely gave a backward glance at Clinton, as the train rolled away. Mr. Blake had his paper and a whole seat to himself. Bobby and Fred occupied a seat ahead of him, and laughed and chattered as they pleased.
"This is only Friday," said Fred, "and classes don't begin at Rockledge until Monday. We'll have two whole days to get acquainted in. Do you s'pose there will be some of the boys at the Rockledge station to meet us?"
"And a brass band, too, maybe—eh?" chuckled Bobby. "I guess nobody but the principal of the school knows we're coming, Fred. We'll be new boys, and the bigger fellows will boss us around at first."
"Huh! they can't boss me if I don't want to be bossed," declared the pugnacious Fred.
"Don't you begin to talk that way," advised his chum. "We'll have to be pretty small potatoes at first."