Next day, soon after lunch, he received a telegram from Randall.
"No go. Slackers. Mules. Governor mad. Come and lend a hand."
He handed the telegram to his mother.
"What does it mean?" she asked. "Your friend must be rather a curious person."
"Oh, it's just Randy," said Kenneth, who had told his mother of his meeting with Randall on the previous day. "At school he always wanted to lug everybody with him. I don't see what I can do. I'll wire him."
He wrote on the reply-paid form:
"Sorry. Not my line."
Within a couple of hours came a second telegram.
"Rotter. Writing."
Next morning's post brought the letter.