"No 'm, thanks. We'll come back again at noon," answered Chub. And when they had left the Cottage he turned and thumped Roy triumphantly on the back. "Practice at three, old chap!" he cried.
Roy smiled happily. Then,
"I suppose he will let me off?" he asked doubtfully.
"Who? Emmy? Course he will! What's he got against you now? Both Jack and I saw Horace put the sweater there, and we know that he was away from school Sunday afternoon. What more proof is wanted?"
"We've got Horace done brown," said Jack. "Emmy won't do a thing to him!"
"Kind of hard luck, too," said Chub, "with the race coming off in the morning; for of course Emmy will yank him out of the boat the first thing."
"Then we'll lose the race, won't we?" asked Roy.
Chub shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure to," he answered. "I'm kind of sorry for Horace, but he deserves every bit of it. It was a mean trick to work."
Roy was silent a moment. Finally,