“What was the row over there?” asked Small.
“Nothing much. Holden wanted me to run and get his gloves from the room and I said I was too tired.”
The others looked at Bert in mingled amazement and admiration.
“Gee!” breathed Kid. “You’ll get it!”
“What for?” demanded Bert defiantly.
“For not shacking,” replied Kid with a knowing shake of his blond head. Small nodded affirmatively and eyed Bert with sympathy.
“Why should I?” asked Bert. “I didn’t come here to shack, as you fellows call it, for every chap in school. Let them run their own errands!”
“I wish they would,” sighed Kid. “Stanley Pierce says I’ve got to work on the toboggan slide after supper.”
“We all have to,” said Small gloomily. “And my hands get so cold and my feet ache so——!”
“What do you mean?” Bert questioned. “Who has to work where?”