"Shouldn't wonder. Have you spoken to him?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm not sure. And then, I don't know just how to get to it."
"Jump right in and tackle him around the knees," said Tough.
"I think I will," said Dink, who understood the metaphor.
They went up swinging briskly, watching in silence the never stale spectacle of the panorama of the school.
"I say, Dink," said Tough suddenly, "Sis is going to put the clamps on that T. Willyboy, Ver Plank."
"Really—when?" said Dink, surprised that the news brought him no emotion.
"Next month."