"We'd ought to get a whole lot of fellows, though," one of the Middlers said.
"Yes, about twenty," answered Sid. "We can do it, too, you bet! Supposing we call a meeting of the Middlers and Juniors for this afternoon after supper?"
"Good scheme! Whereabouts?"
"At the boat-house. You fellows tell it around, but don't say what the meeting's about. If you do Emmy'll hear of it, sure."
Then the dinner bell rang and the informal conclave broke up.
"Wait for me after dinner," whispered Chub to Roy at the table. "I want to see you."
"All right," answered Roy cheerfully.
He was trying very hard to hide the fact that he was terribly down in the mouth. The half-curious, wholly sympathetic looks of his companions followed him all through the meal and he was glad when it was over. Chub caught up with him on the steps and together they crossed the walk and found seats under one of the elms well away from possible eavesdroppers.
"Tell me all about it," demanded Chub, scowling fiercely.
So Roy told him.