“So say I,” shouted Henderson, while Graham cautiously inquired:—
“How do you propose to put them down, Crawford?”
“Make it so hot for the tattlers that they’ll get good and sick of it,” replied Crawford savagely.
“But how—tell us how.”
Crawford looked from one to another of the group.
“Henderson, you and Coyle and Green come around to my rooms this evening, and we’ll fix this thing up,” he said, pointedly ignoring Graham, and two or three who had kept silence.
“Wonder what Crawford is up to now,” said one of these boys whom Crawford had not named, dropping back a step or two.
“Some scurvy trick, or other,” replied a second. “For my part, I’m sick of him and his crowd. I believe I’ll side with law and order after this.”
“Don’t know but I’d better, too,” replied the first. “I’ve half a mind to, anyhow.”
“Do,” said the other quickly. “Let’s start in to-morrow and see how many will join us.”