“Hello! What you got?” demanded Sid, as he entered at that moment, and saw Tom holding the bottle up to the light.
“Search me,” was the answer. “It’s a bottle of some kind of training dope I guess, to judge by the label.”
Sid looked at it.
“That’s good stuff,” he announced. “It’s a sort of iron tonic. I’ve used it. It’s a patent medicine, but lots of fellows use it in training. Who sent it?”
“I don’t know.”
Sid looked at the wrapper.
“It came from Fairview,” he declared. “Tom, some of the girls thought you were losing your nerve, and they sent this. Well, a dose of it won’t hurt you. They meant all right, I guess. Going to take any? It’s fine for the stomach.”
“No, I don’t feel the need of it,” and Tom set the bottle of medicine on the shelf.