“Idiot!” he muttered.
[CHAPTER XXII]
WHEREIN GOOD-BYS ARE SAID, AND BARRY MAKES HIS CHOICE
“Well, we’re pretty near home,” said Bob at the breakfast table the next morning. “To-morrow afternoon we ought to be in New York.”
“Then it’s back to school!” sighed Tom.
“I’m ready,” said Nelson. “School’s all right, Tommy. I’m going to have a good time this year. A fellow always does his last year.”
“Wish it was my last,” said Tom. “You fellows’ll be sophomores at Erskine when I get there, and I’ll be a freshie and you won’t have anything to do with me!”
“Oh, if you behave yourself, Tommy, we’ll speak to you now and then as we pass,” said Dan. “We’re not the kind to go back on an old friend.”
“You could make up a year if you tried,” said Nelson. “If you had some coaching next summer you could pass the college exams all right.”