“I know it, but Fenton needs a bath, don’t you, Ford? Your uncle! Say, the next time you say that we’ll make you repeat the first book of Cæsar backward, eh, fellows?”
“That’s right,” came in a chorus.
“Well,” went on Fenton in somewhat aggrieved tones, “he once told me——”
“Write it out,” expostulated Phil.
“Move he be given leave to print,” came from Sid, who had once heard a long debate in Congress.
There was laughter and more chaffing of luckless Fenton, whose uncle, from his own making, was like unto a millstone hung about his neck.
“Well, all the same, I’d like to know what Moses wants of you,” said Phil, and the others agreed with him.
“I’ll let you know when I come back,” said Tom. “It’s early; you can all stay here for a while.”
He returned in half an hour from his call on the head of the college.