[CHAPTER XXIX]
THE SOPHOMORE DINNER
When Phil, Tom and Dutch Housenlager came from Holly’s room that evening, they were just in time to see Ford Fenton emerge from his plotting conference with Bascome and his cronies.
“I don’t like that,” exclaimed Phil. “Ford has been in with those fellows for some time.”
“Probably trying to think up some scheme so he can get to be baseball manager next year,” suggested Tom.
“No!” cried Phil. “By Jove, I believe I have it. Come on back to Holly’s room for a few minutes,” and he took hold of his chums and fairly led them away, much to their mystification. There was another conference, which lasted a long time, and for a day or two thereafter much activity in the ranks of the sophomores.
The dinner was to be a “swell” affair, to quote Holly Cross. An elaborate menu had been decided on, and there were to be several “stunts” more or less elaborate on the part of the “talented” members of the class. The affair was to be held in a hall in Haddonfield, and the great object of the second-year fellows, of course, was to prevent the time and place of the dinner becoming known to their enemies, the freshmen.
“Do you s’pose they’ll bite?” asked Tom, an evening or two later, as he, together with Phil and Sid and Holly, were in the room of the “inseparables.”