“Pity Hamlin’s away. He’s a power when he takes hold of anything,” put in Raleigh, the third boy.
“So he is,” said Graham, “and I wish he was here too. The only trouble with Hamlin is that he’s so full of fun that he gets to cutting up before he stops to think—but he never does a mean thing.”
“No, there’s nothing sneaky about Hamlin,” said Raleigh, as he turned off towards his home.
CHAPTER III.
SECTION D TAKEN BY SURPRISE.
If a bomb had exploded in the room, the pupils in section D could hardly have been more astounded than they were a few days later, when, after the opening exercises, Mr. Horton quietly remarked:—
“Every boy that owns a key to the algebra we use will please rise in his seat.”
There was a moment’s pause, then Freeman and two other boys arose.
“Freeman,” said the teacher, “how do you use the key?”
“I do the examples first, and then see if I have the correct answers. If I have not, I keep trying till I get them,” said Freeman frankly, but with a very red face.