“Tell them we’re going to the carnival in Greenvale if it’s all right,” Brent called to him. “Tell them we’ll be home at about eleven.”
“Better make it twelve, hey?” Hervey called. “I’ll make it one, that’s easier to remember.”
“Eleven, I said,” Brent called. “Ask for Leeds two-seven.”
“All right, old Doctor Gaylong,” Hervey called back.
“That’s just like him,” Warde said. “He doesn’t even know the camp’s ’phone number.” We all sat on the fence across the road from the station and waited.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE FLAPPER AND THE FLOPPER
In a minute or so Hervey came sailing out of the station with a funny kind of a hop, skip and jump that he has. He’s always doing that. He reached up and gave the telephone sign a good swing as he passed it. He had queer kind of bright eyes, Hervey had; all the scouts said so. I don’t know what it was about them. They were gray color and awful bright. I noticed them as he came over toward us that night. He was laughing and he said, “All right-o.”
“What’d they say?” Brent asked him.
“All right-o,” Hervey said again.
“Who’d you talk with?” Brent asked him.