“Anyhow,” he said, maliciously, “we sprang a dandy old joke on you fellows the first of April.”
“Yes, and the fellows who did it are getting a dandy old punishment,” retorted Cotton. “I guess they wish they hadn’t been so smart.”
“They aren’t either being punished,” Harry denied. “They never got found out. Only one fellow was put on probation, and he didn’t have much to do with it.”
“That’s funny. We heard over at school that six or seven of your fellows had been suspended. Isn’t that so?”
“Of course it isn’t! Suspended! Pshaw, why, Toby wouldn’t suspend a fellow for a little thing like that! Besides, as I say, the fellows weren’t ever found out. Only Gerald Pennimore, and he didn’t do much more than go along and look on.”
“Pennimore? He’s John T.’s son, isn’t he? The fellow who ran in the cross country last fall?”
“Yes. And it’s too bad they got him, because he’s an awfully nice chap. He’s a particular friend of mine,” Harry added, ingenuously.
Cotton grinned.
“Well, I’m glad they got one of the lot. That was a silly old trick. We didn’t mind it at all.”