“And did you spend all that money?”
“Every cent of it.”
“Well, pony up. Where are the goodies?” demanded Paddy.
“Why, I—well, the fact is——”
“Cut it out. What did you buy?”
“Nothing. Fact is I—I paid a bill.”
[CHAPTER VII]
THE REVOLT ENDS
The sun came up from behind Mount Adam, the chapel bell rang, some two hundred boys leaped, crawled, or rolled out of bed, and life at Hillton began the next morning as though the day was of no more importance than any of the five which had preceded it that week; in fact, as though Wayne Gordon was not heroically resolved to sacrifice himself upon the altar of principle.