“Well, why the hurry, anyway, Tommy?” asked Jack, as they stood up and began to brush themselves off.
“Why, I was looking for you, Jack—I—”
“Found me quicker than you expected, didn’t you?”
“Yes and no; that is, when I discovered you weren’t in your room I decided you might bob up most any place—and you did—”
“Well, what’s wanted of me in such a hurry?” demanded Jack.
“What is wanted? Oh, nothing, only there are about a half dozen fellows over in your room waiting for you. Did you forget that there was a special meeting of the ‘D’ Club called for this afternoon? The meeting is in your room at three o’clock, you know.”
“No, I hadn’t forgotten only—say, it isn’t three o’clock yet, is it?” asked Jack, somewhat surprised.
“Oh, isn’t it?” demanded Tommy, as he exhibited his watch.
“Jingo-netties, it’s half-past three. I was so interested in The Blue and White that I forgot to hurry. Come on back, Tommy, and we’ll have the meeting started immediately,” said Jack, and seizing the diminutive catcher of the baseball team by the arm, he hurried him at top speed back toward the broad entrance of Phillip’s Hall.
Seven members of the “D” Club, the organization composed of honor boys at Drueryville Academy, were occupying Jack’s room when he pushed open the door.