“I’ll go,” he exclaimed. “If it’s a message——”
He did not finish, but Tom and Phil looked significantly at each other. Clearly Sid expected another mysterious summons. But, as he opened the portal there stood the Jersey twins.
“Hello, fellows,” began Joe, “do you want to see some sport?”
“Fine sport,” added Jerry, who sometimes echoed his brother, a trick that was interchangeable with the twins.
“We’re always ready for sport,” replied Tom. “What is it: baiting a professor, or hazing some freshies?”
“Professor,” replied Joe.
“Pitchfork,” echoed Jerry, that name, as I have explained, being applied to Professor Emerson Tines.
“What’s up now?” asked Phil.
“Oh, he’s been particularly obnoxious of late,” went on Joe. “Some of us had a little smoker the other night, strictly sub-rosa, you understand, but he smelled us out, and now some of us are doing time for it. To-day Bricktop Molloy evolved a little scheme, and we thought we’d let you fellows in on it. Want to come, Sid?” for Sid had gone back to the sofa.
“No, I guess not,” he answered listlessly.