But Slim looked instantly disapproving. [“That wouldn’t be playing the game,” he answered]. “You—you don’t call on the cops to help you, General. It isn’t done.”
[“That wouldn’t be playing the game,” he answered]
“Isn’t done be blowed!” said Leonard. “Look here, I’m so hungry I could eat nails. We didn’t have enough lunch to keep a canary alive, Slim. I want my dinner, and if I can get it by hooking onto a cop—”
“You’d bring disgrace on the whole Sophomore Class,” interrupted the other. “No, not to be thought of, General. Besides, I’ve got a better plan.”
“It’s about time,” grumbled Leonard.
“What’s to keep us from getting a taxi and going right to the door of the restaurant?”
“Why, you poor boob, those wild Indians would halt the taxi and see you inside. They’ll be looking for some such scheme as that.”
“I guess you’re right,” acknowledged Slim sadly. “You’re next.”
“Well, suppose we got the restaurant on the telephone and told the bunch that we were on the corner and couldn’t get by. Then they could come out and rescue us.”