“I’ve just heard something that gave me an idea of how to get even with that Bobby Blake and the bunch of boobs he goes with,” replied Hicksley.
“Hope it’s a good idea,” said Bronson. “Anything that will down those fellows you can count me in on.”
“Same here!” ejaculated Jinks. “I never had any use for any of that crowd.”
“Let’s have it, Tom,” broke in Bronson impatiently. “Don’t keep us waiting.”
“They’re planning to have a big coasting time to-night,” explained Hicksley. “I heard them talking about it when I was down in the gymnasium just now. And while I was listening I thought of a way to queer the whole thing.”
This sounded promising, and the interest on the faces of the others grew intense.
“What is it?” they asked in the same breath, leaning forward eagerly.
Hicksley lowered his voice a trifle and rapidly outlined the plan that had come to him.
He was fully satisfied with its reception, for both of his hearers roared with delight.
“It’s just bully!” cried Bronson.