“Not for me,” Prentiss declared. “Friday’s a very unlucky day.”
“Only for journeys.”
“Well, it’s a journey to Finkler’s isn’t it? I might be able to go Saturday, though.”
“Then we’ll say Saturday morning,” declared Dolph. “Don’t you chaps try to get out of it.”
The others made no answer and Dolph viewed them suspiciously. “Hear?” he demanded.
“Oh, yes, we hear. Of course, we haven’t any idea of getting out of it. I should say not! ‘See your duty and do it,’ is our motto, isn’t it, Steve?”
Walker agreed that it was, adding that he hoped it wouldn’t rain Saturday morning. At which Prentiss and Chester laughed, and Dolph grunted disgustedly.
“You fellows would like me to do this whole thing alone, I guess,” he observed bitterly.
“Not if you don’t want to,” replied Walker sweetly. “We only thought that perhaps you’d like to go by yourself. You see, Dolph, you’d make more of an impression on Miss Finkler if Thorp and I were not present with our fatal beauty.”