“Oh, dry up!” exclaimed Sid.
“Humph!” mused Phil. “I suppose we can go.”
“Sure; it’ll be fun,” agreed Frank.
“How about you, Tom?” asked Sid. “You’re coming, aren’t you?”
“Sure. I was only joking,” and then Tom went over to his bureau and began rummaging among the contents of a certain drawer—contents which were in all sorts of a hodge-podge.
“By Jove!” cried Tom. “It’s gone!”
“What?” inquired Frank.
“That new tan-colored tie I bought last week. It just matched my vest. Who took it?” and he faced his chums.
“How dare you?” burst out Phil, with pretended anger. “To accuse us, when there are so many other guilty ones in Randall! How dare you?”