“Some fellows did that one year,” put in Ford Fenton, “but the sophs caught them just the same. My uncle says——”
He paused, for the group of lads about him, as if by prearranged signal, all put their hands over their ears and all began talking at once loudly.
“Hu!” ejaculated Ford. “You think that’s funny, I guess.”
“Not as funny as what your uncle might have said,” remarked Sid, who some time previously had planned to have his chums give this signal of disapproval the moment Ford mentioned his relative.
“Well, I guess it’s all understood,” went on Dutch. “We’ll have a sort of go-as-you-please affair until we get to the hall in Haddonfield.”
“I hear Langridge isn’t coming,” said Ford.
“Who told you?” asked Sid.
“Why, he did. I asked him if he was going to be on hand, and I told him about a dinner where my uncle said——”
“I guess he doesn’t want to come because he is afraid your uncle will be there,” declared Tom with a good-natured laugh.