Tubb shook his head. “I didn’t bring ’em. They weren’t—weren’t dressy enough for this dump!”
“Can you afford to buy some new ones?”
“Yes, if I want to.” Tubb sounded defiant.
“Get some to-morrow before three, then. There are two or three stores in Greenburg where you can get fixed up. I’ll come up here for you at three sharp. What hour have you got free in the morning, Ramsey, on Tuesdays?”
“Nine to ten,” replied Ramsey, after consideration.
“Good! So have I. Meet me at the tennis courts at five past nine. Got a racket?” Ramsey nodded. “All right. That’s settled. Now I want you fellows to promise me something.” He eyed them both sternly. “I want you to promise me that you’ll both keep silent the rest of the evening. You’re not to speak a word, either of you, until you wake up in the morning. That is,” he added, smiling, “after I go. And I’m going now. Nine-five at the courts, Ramsey. Three sharp up here, Tubb. Good-night!”
A sort of dazed silence held them both until the door was almost shut on Toby. Then:
“Good-night,” stammered Ramsey, and:
“Go to thunder!” growled Tubb.