"Oh, Dick will have one or two tricks ready for us to trim our enemies with to-night," replied Ben Alvord. "Don't worry!"
"Sure! Dick never yet went back on the crowd," declared Wrecker Lane. "He's got a few good ones ready right now."
"Have you, Dick?" demanded a chorus of eager voices.
"Tell us one or two of the tricks now," pressed "Hoof" Sadby.
But Dick shook his head.
"Come on out with it!" coaxed Spoff Henderson.
"Ain't he the mean one—keeping it all to himself?"
"If Dick has anything hidden in his sleeve," broke in Tom Reade, "he'd show a lot of sense, wouldn't he, telling it to a lot of you fellows with loose-jointed tongues? Why, it would be in the evening paper, and the folks we want to torment would be at their gates waiting for us."
"We won't tell—won't breathe a word! Honest!" came in instant denial.
"I'll tell you just one thing, fellows, if you think you really can keep it to yourselves," grinned Dick.