“Well, that’s just what you are,” said John Temple, “and if certain people of this town spent less for canvas uniforms to put on their boys to make tramps out of them, we should be able, perhaps, to build an addition to the jail.”
“Ya-ah, an’ you’d be de first one to go into it!” Tom yelled, as Temple reached the step of his car.
“What’s that?” said Temple, turning suddenly.
“That’s what!” shouted Tom, letting fly the stone. It went straight to its mark, removing “old” John’s spring hat as effectually as a gust of wind, and leaving it embedded in the mud below the car.
“Can’t you see what they’re a-doin?” roared his father.
[Chapter III]
In Jail and Out Again
That night, when Tom Slade, all unaware of the tragedy which threatened his young life, shuffled into Billy’s garage, he announced to his followers a plan which showed his master mind as leader of the gang. “Hey,” said he, “I heard Sissy Bennett’s mother say she’s goin’ ter have a s’prise party fer him Friday night, ‘n’ d’yer know wot I’m goin’ ter do?”
“Tell him and spoil it fer him?” ventured Joe Flynn.