“Let me wear that ring of yours sometime, will you, Danny?” asked Sam, as he walked on beside his crony.
“Maybe,” was the answer.
“And if Bert and his crowd want to have a snowball fight after school,” went on Sam in a low voice, “I know where I can find a lot of horse-chestnuts.”
“What good’ll horse-chestnuts be in a snowball fight?” Danny wanted to know.
Sam looked around to make sure no one would hear him, then he said:
“We can put a horse-chestnut inside a soft snowball and make it sting like anything when it hits! I can get a lot of ’em. Shall I?”
“Maybe,” agreed Danny. He was a bully, but not quite as mischievous as was Sam.
On toward the school hurried the boys and girls. The echoes of the next to the last bell were ringing in their ears.
“Better get rid of our snowballs, I guess,” said Bert to John, as they crossed the street which would put them within one block of the school. “Mr. Tarton might see us.”
“That’s right,” agreed John. “Chuck your balls away, fellows!” he called. “We’re within a block.” He got rid of his own sphere of snow and Bert tossed his to one side. Several of the other boys who were near did likewise.