“So he is,” said Gordon, “but I tell you what, boys, the L. A. O.’s have a big contract on their hands.”
“To put down the Crawford gang, you mean?” said Hamlin.
“Yes, I believe they grow worse and worse.”
“So they do,” assented Graham. “Have you any idea who threw that marble?”
“It was somebody down in Freeman’s neighborhood,” said Gordon.
“Likely as not ’twas Freeman himself. He’s getting to be as bad as any of ’em,” remarked another.
“Pity, too—I hate to see a fellow change as he has,” said Hamlin. “Why not try to get him into the L. A. O.?”
“Don’t believe you can do it. He’s awfully set up because Crawford makes so much of him now. I see them out driving together often,” said Sherman.
“Queer, too—shouldn’t think a fellow like Crawford would want a little chap ’round with him so much,” said Gordon.
“Shouldn’t think Freeman’s folks would like it, if they know of it,” said another.