“All the members of your club.”
“I don’t think I can ask one of ’em.” The boy hesitated. “Sammy Addington’s been expelled.”
“What for?”
“We didn’t think he fought fair.”
“What did he do?”
“He had a rock and he slugged a boy.”
“Ask him first. And be sure he comes. This is not a club meeting,” said Mr. Trevor.
“Father,” exclaimed the boy leaning forward as a new wave of fear swept over him, “you ain’t goin’ to punish me before all the boys, are you?”
“My son,” replied Mr. Trevor placing his hand on one of Art’s, “I think you have had all the punishment you’ll need. I hardly know whether it would be right to say I’m going to forget what you’ve done, but I’m going to forgive you.”