Jim nodded. Gary seated himself on the other side of the steps. Silence held them for a minute. Then Jim sighed.
“Well,” he said, “I guess I’ll look up Johnny and tell him. I promised to let him know.”
“So did I,” said Gary. “Look here, Hazard, do you think it would do any good to talk to Nancy?”
Jim considered a moment.
“I don’t see what he could do, Gary.”
“He might telegraph to J. G. and ask him to let us off.”
“I don’t believe Nancy would do that,” replied Jim doubtfully. “Besides, we don’t know where he is, do we?”
“Mrs. Gordon can tell us. Look here, will you go and see him with me? Maybe we can talk him into it. I’ll apologize to him, if he wants me to. I’ll do anything to help the team out.”
“Yes, I’ll go,” answered Jim, brightening a little. “If we walk up the road maybe we’ll meet him.”
They sprang up and hurried off side by side, choosing the road instead of the wood path, since if they took the latter they might miss the instructor. They hadn’t far to go. As they walked briskly around the curve behind the Principal’s residence Mr. Hanks came into sight a few rods away.