"I'll pay for it," said Bronson, as the package was delivered to them, adding, in fear that Fred might think his offer reflected on his position, "it's only fair, you know, because you are helping me out of a hole."
"All right. Now, we'll get a box, and you write on a card, 'My Credentials—Clothespin,' then we'll have it wrapped up."
When this had been done, Fred persuaded the clerk to address the package to "The Big Six, Care of Mr. Soda Billings, Baxter High School."
"I wish we could be there when they open it," exclaimed Bronson, as they returned to the school building.
"We'll be in on the fun, don't worry. Just stay outside, here, and I will deliver your credentials."
Cautiously Fred entered No. 1, laid the box on Soda's desk, and bolted out of the door.
CHAPTER V
BRONSON TURNS THE TABLES
To the waiting boy the reappearance of his friend seemed instantaneous.
"Quick! To the campus; They mustn't see us near the building!" breathed Fred.