“Clock!” suddenly exclaimed Sid, as he slid up behind Dutch Housenlager after chapel. “Tick-tock!”
“Tag. You’re it!” quickly responded Dutch. “What’s the signal?”
“You’re not guilty, I see,” spoke Sid, with a sigh.
“Of course not. What’s the answer?”
“Someone took our clock last night.”
“Oh, that battered chronometer? Say, do you know what I thought?”
“Couldn’t guess it.”
“That you were trying to initiate me into a new secret society, and that you were practicing the password—tick-tock!”
“Nothing doing. Say, Dutch, if you hear of anyone who has it, tip me off, will you?”
“I sure will,” and then, to show how much in earnest he was, Dutch tripped Sid up and deposited him on the grass of the campus.