“All right, it’s your funeral. I’ve warned you.”
“Thanks. But if you think it’s all right for me to go right to your room, and bunk, without telling Dr. Churchill—excuse me, Moses—why, I’m willing.”
“That’s all right. Come on, we’ll go to my room. There may be some excitement after a bit.”
“How?”
“Well, the sophs may try to get the clapper back. They generally do. We’ll have to help fight ’em in that case.”
“Of course. By the way, what do you fellows do with the bell tongue, anyhow?”
Sid told about the watch charms.
“You’ll get one,” he added. “That was a good throw you made.”
“Well, maybe. It was hard to see in the dark. I guess What’s-his-name could have made it, only he tired himself all out.”