“Well, I would. He knows Johnny Sanger better than I do. You tell him about it, and get him to go along with us this evening. The more the merrier. And if we can’t reason with the silly dub, we’ll intimidate him by a show of force.”
“All right,” laughed Hansel. “I’ll look for you at eight.”
“Or thereabouts. The fact is, there’s a little matter of some fourteen pages of Latin that I think I’ll just glance over after supper.”
“To hear you talk,” said Hansel with a smile, “a fellow would think that you never did a bit of studying! And you always have your lessons better than anyone else, Bert says. You’re a fraud!”
Harry grinned as he opened his door with a flourish and ushered the visitor out.
“Not so loud!” he whispered. “It’s a secret, and I don’t want it known. I’m simply wearing my brain out with study, and I’m afraid that if the faculty hear of it they’ll make me stop! Eight o’clock, my boy, or words to that effect. Let us say between eight.”
“Between eight and what?” asked Hansel.
“No, just between eight,” replied Harry politely, as he closed the door.
Bert was in an extremely contented frame of mind that evening after supper, the result of an article in the paper which predicted defeat for the Fairview football eleven when it met Beechcroft. He read the article to Hansel, and the latter pretended to feel greatly encouraged, although as a matter of fact he placed very little reliance on the writer’s powers of prophecy. As soon as he could switch Bert away from the subject of football, which was about the only thing that his roommate thought about in those days, he told about the plan to rent Mrs. Freer’s vacant room to Sanger and Shill. The idea appealed to Bert at once.
“Say, that’s a scheme, isn’t it?” he exclaimed admiringly. “And won’t Johnny be mad when we tell him about it afterwards!”