“Come over in the morning, will you? I’m not going out to the Point to-morrow.”
“You’re not? You haven’t quit, have you?”
“No, not yet. I’m giving Harold a day or two to think over his sins. Good-night.”
“I say, Dick, don’t forget your call.”
“What call?” asked Dick, from the end of the hedge.
“Why, on Miss Brent!”
“You’ll sit on the bench if you’re not careful,” laughed Dick.
CHAPTER XVI
DICK SCORES A DEFEAT
“Well, what do you know about that!” ejaculated Fudge awedly. He and Lanny were approaching the athletic field at a little after two on Saturday. Ahead of them, as they turned the corner, was a group of some fifty or sixty persons, mostly boys and young men, and they were quite evidently waiting for the gate to open.
“And it isn’t half-past two yet,” said Lanny. “Looks as if we were going to have an audience, after all, Fudge.”