“I’d give a dollar to know,” declared Fred.
“All right,” grinned Sparrow, holding out his hand. “Pass over the dollar.”
“You?” cried the other boys in chorus.
CHAPTER XIX
SPRING PRACTICE
“I’m the fellow who did it,” admitted Sparrow modestly.
“Sparrow, old scout, you’re a wonder!” cried Mouser, clapping him on the back.
“It hit him right where he lived,” chuckled Skeets.
“That pays him up for scattering ashes on the hill,” grinned Fred.
“He’ll never hear the last of it as long as he stays in school,” said Shiner. “Every once in a while a dead mouse will turn up on his desk and make him hopping mad.”
“He’ll never be much madder than he was this morning,” put in Skeets. “His eyes were fairly snapping.”