And the farmer passed out with a final ugly look at Roy.
CHAPTER XXIII
ON INNER BOUNDS
By noon the news was all over school: Roy Porter was on inner bounds for the rest of the term!
"Emmy told him," confided Sid importantly to a group of Juniors and Middlers awaiting the dinner summons on the steps of Burgess, "that if it wasn't for his good record all year he would have suspended him!"
"Gee!" quoth the youngest boy in school, "that's pretty fierce, just for fishing on Sunday!"
"He was poaching," explained Sid. "Anyhow, Emmy says he was. Old Mercer swears he saw him on his place yesterday afternoon. Why, a couple of years ago there was a fellow fired for poaching!"
"Gee!" echoed the youngest again in wide-eyed amaze.
"Well, Sid, who'll play first?" asked another of the audience. Sid shook his head dispiritedly.