Mr. Emberg, wondering at the delay, looked up. He saw Bud returning to the room, and, being aware of the understanding among the boys about their turns, looked to see what the hitch was between Larry and Tom.
“Whose turn is it?” asked the city editor. “Be quick about it. Don’t stand there all day. The paper has to come out.”
“It’s his turn!” exclaimed Larry.
“Well, he’s always readin’,” growled Tom. “I’m tired of runnin’ with his copy.”
“I’m not always reading!” declared Larry, determined to have justice done. “It was my turn to take the last seat, but he wouldn’t move up for me.”
“He’s always got a book in his pocket,” growled Tom.
“Whose turn is it?” demanded Mr. Emberg, coming over to where the boys were and addressing Bud.
“I think it was Tom’s,” said Bud.
“Well, then I’ll go,” growled the newest office boy, with no very good grace.
“What book are you reading?” asked Mr. Emberg of Larry.