"I don't know but you could," added Kidd, turning to his slate.
"There isn't any fun in you, Kidd Digfield, since you got into this school. I believe you like it as well as Ash Burton and Sam Spottwood," added Tom, with no little disgust in his manner. "I tell you I am spoiling for a time, such a time as we used to have."
"What sort of a time?" asked Kidd, looking up at him.
"A regular out-and-out bender," chuckled Tom, showing more of his mysterious spring than before.
"I don't know what you want yet," replied Kidd. "Do you mean to get into some scrape?"
"I don't believe that if I got three miles from this concern, I should ever get back again," added Tom significantly.
"Do you want to run away?" asked Kidd, dropping his voice.
"That's about the color of it," answered the ex-chief, with a wink.
"I don't think I want to get away," replied Kidd, turning to his slate again.
"I don't say I shall run away, but I do say I am going on a time," continued Tom, in a whisper, as though the walls might have ears. "I must have some fun, even if I have to spend a week in the brig for it."