“Then you’d be going to a real school,” remarked Fred, who felt to the full the traditional rivalry between Rockledge and its chief rival.
“Not but what we’ve got some bullies of our own,” put in Pee Wee.
“Bill Bronson and Jack Jinks, for instance,” observed Mouser.
“I’d like first rate to change,” admitted Tommy, “and perhaps next year I can. But my father has all his arrangements made now, and I’ll have to stick it out at Belden for the rest of this term.”
“Is that your father over there?” asked Bobby.
“Yes.”
“Looks as though he had a good right arm,” said Fred slyly.
“I’ll bet he’s practiced with it out in the woodshed,” put in Pee Wee.
“What’s the price of strap oil, Tommy?” inquired Mouser.
Tommy winced a little at the chaffing. It was evidently a painful subject.