“Fact! She was down at the station and told me about it. It’s the funniest thing you ever heard, Chub!” And Roy laid himself back on the bed and laughed consumedly.
“Funny’s no word for it,” said Chub soberly. “I shall die of laughing in a moment.”
“W-wait till I tell you!” gasped Roy.
“I am waiting, you gump! Stop that fuss and tell me! Don’t keep a fellow waiting all day.”
“Well, listen.” And Roy recounted Harry’s meeting with Dick Somes, embellishing the tale as fancy dictated, until Chub too was struggling with his laughter.
“But—but she didn’t land him after all?” asked Chub.
“She doesn’t know yet. She told him he’d have to be here by six o’clock to-night. She pretends she’s sure he’ll be here, but I guess he was just fooling her.”
“Too bad,” said Chub. “Wouldn’t it have been great if he had left Hammond and come here, eh? Wouldn’t we have had a peachy joke on them?”
“And wouldn’t they have hated Mr. Dick Summers, or whatever his name is? But isn’t Harry the limit?”