“Sometimes I have a little change in my clothes. Occasionally the old man digs up for me, you know.”
“Well, I hope that hereafter you’ll know better than to play cards for money. It’s dead sure you’ll not play while I’m around, for I got my lesson. You weren’t at school this afternoon.”
“No; ain’t comin’ no more this term. There’s only another week of it, anyhow.”
“Not coming any more? Why not?”
“Didn’t you hear about it? I had a mix-up with Barker to-day noon, and the old prof took a hand in it.”
“What sort of a mix-up?”
“Oh, Barker happened to catch me lookin’ into his desk, and he proceeded to put his paws on me.”
“Why were you looking in his desk?”
“Lost my algebra,” answered Spotty glibly, “and I was lookin’ ’round for it. Barker come up behind me, and we was tumblin’ ’round in the aisle when the old prof appeared and dipped right in. Jinks! I was hoppin’ mad. But he wasn’t fair, anyhow; he went for me and hardly said a word to Barker. When I answered back he told me to go home and stay there until I was ready to apologize. I don’t care a rap. I shan’t apologize now, for I’ll dodge the final examinations, and I don’t believe I could pass ’em. But, say! you just wait till I get some kind of a chance to square up with Barker! I’ve got it in for him, and I’ll make him pay. He’ll wish he never put his fins on me.”
“You’re sure revengeful, Spotty,” laughed Rod; “but I opine it’s mostly hot air with you. You talk a plenty, but you wouldn’t really do anything.”