“Don’t!” retorted Miss Harrison. “We have an exam. the next day. Make it Friday, and we’ll have a little dance.”
“Done!” shouted Sid.
“And he’s the old misogynist who used to hate the ladies!” chaffed Tom, at his chum’s ready acceptance. There was a laugh, and then the four inseparables, in the midst of groups of their friends, trudged on toward Randall.
“There was some class to your steering, Frank, old man,” complimented Tom, after some talk of the near-accident.
“That’s right,” agreed Phil. “I never thought he’d make it.”
“I just had to,” was the response. “There’d have been a bad time, if that chump had gone down into the hollow.”
“Of course,” put in Sid. “I wonder how he came to get in with our girls, anyhow?”
“Our girls!” cried Tom. “How many do you own, anyhow?”
“Oh, you know what I mean,” said Sid. Then the students fell to discussing the matter, speculating as to what sort of a chap Hal Burton might turn out to be.