“What! mailing a letter? Now, Bill, who’s been stuffing you? Here, take it, and don’t be a greeny!”
The new student evidently did not like to be considered a “greeny,” for, without further hesitation, he took the letter and put it into his pocket. Tom stood watching him until he had closed the gate, and was well on his way toward the village; and then, congratulating himself on the success of his plans, walked toward the ball-ground and joined his companions.
CHAPTER XX.
PLANS AND ARRANGEMENTS.
“WELL, how is it now?” inquired Rich, as Tom approached the spot where all the Night-hawks were standing, listening to Miller’s description of the letter that had just been written. “Have you succeeded?”
“Of course,” replied the grand commander. “We are all right, so far. The document is half-way to the post-office by this time.”
“That makes me feel a little easier,” said Miller. “But I shall shake in my boots until we get an answer to it.”
“Humph!” exclaimed Tom, contemptuously. “I guess I know what I am about. If you don’t think that I am able to manage this business, you had better give it into the hands of some one else.”