Monty considered. “I’m willing to,” he said at last, “but the trouble is that when I run across Standart I may sort of forget.”
“Leave him alone until tomorrow. If you pitch into him tonight there’ll be a bunch of trouble and you can’t get a train until tomorrow, anyhow.”
“There’s one from the Junction, I think.”
“Oh, don’t be a silly chump! You’re not packed, are you? And how would you get to the Junction? Will you promise to wait until tomorrow?”
“Sure, if you want me to. I—I’ll stay out until Standart’s in bed, I guess. Maybe it would be best to tackle him tomorrow, anyhow. I could get him outside somewhere. If I lick him in the room he will squeal and everyone will come piling in. All right, Leon. But if you’re expecting me to change my mind, hombre, you’ll miss your guess.”
“Never mind. I’ll chance that. Now come on up to the room and keep out of mischief. Or shall we go over and see Jimmy and Dud?”
“N—no, I guess not. What’s the good of peddling your troubles? We’ll go up and make life miserable for Granger. Maybe he’s caught a fly by this time.”
CHAPTER XXV
“FIRE!”
Monty went back to Morris House just in time to squeeze in before the door was locked. In fact, Mrs. Fair was about to perform that rite when he entered. “I heard someone coming,” she said, “but I thought you were in, Monty. You should have been, you know. Now that you are on the football team you should try very hard to be in bed by ten.”