"I reckon I can be there," Judd responded.
"Say, … bring your mouth organ with you, will you?" requested McCabe, suddenly. "We want some music."
"Well, … maybe."
"All right! Good!" said McCabe, taking it for granted. "Eight o'clock then, fellows. By the way, don't tell a soul. It's just us despised seconds that are in on this celebration, you know."
* * * * *
"If you won't tell me where you are going, Judd, please, … how late will you be out?" It was Cateye questioning. Judd generally told where he was going when he went out but to-night he was tight as a clam.
"Can't say," replied Judd, grinning, "Don't know, rather," he added when he saw Cateye's puzzled look.
"Judd," reprimanded Cateye, "I feel like I was some sort of guardian over you. Remember, Benz hasn't gotten even with you yet and every move you make just heaps so many more coals on the fire!"
"I reckon I can take care of myself," drawled Judd, doubling up two rock-like fists. "Good-bye!"