“Well, don’t be so scared about it. What’s got you now?”
“No—nothing,” stammered Purt again.
“Haven’t seen Lance, have you?”
“No.”
“Nor the girls?”
The question scared Purt Sweet through and through. But he plucked up courage to ask:
“How should I know anything about them? Hasn’t your sister come home yet?”
“No. Down to that gym., I expect. Say, these girls are getting altogether too athletic. Didn’t see Jess, either, did you?”
Purt shook his head and went on. He was afraid to stop longer with Chet—afraid that the latter would learn something about what he had done. It did seem to the culprit as though knowledge of the trick played on Laura Belding and her friends stuck out all over him.
It was deep dusk now. Purt came within a block of the school building and looked slily about the corners, as though he were bent on mischief, instead of desirous of undoing the mischief he had already done.