“Same here, old man,” added Phil, who was inspecting a new leather helmet he had just purchased. “I think——”
He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Come in!” cried Sid, who was trying to study, but making little headway at it. Frank Simpson entered.
“Well, you fellows are nice and cozy here,” he remarked. “Am I intruding?”
“Not a bit! Come on in, and make yourself at home!” called Tom, heartily, shoving a pile of miscellaneous articles off one end of the sofa, to make room for the visitor.
“Just sit down sort of easy, please,” cautioned Sid, as he motioned toward the couch. “One of the bottom boards is loose, and it may come down, especially——”
“As I’m not exactly a featherweight,” finished Frank. “I’ll be careful. I got through with my stuff, and didn’t have anything to do, so I thought I’d drop in.”
“Yes, we live by the river; when you’re down that way, drop in,” said Phil, and there was a laugh at the joke and reference.
“I didn’t see you fellows out there,” remarked the lad from the West, with a motion of his head toward the stream.
“No, we had another engagement,” remarked Tom.