Vacation was but a week away when one afternoon Fleet Kenby dashed into the room occupied by his chums, Chot Duncan and Tom Pratt.
“Sh——” he cried.
“Well, what?” interrupted Chot.
“Yes; what?” echoed Tom.
“Well, I wanted to tell you fellows that——”
“Well, why don’t you tell us?”
“Yes, don’t get that old habit of cutting off your sentences just when you’ve aroused our curiosity.”
“Give me a chance to——”
“Surely; take it!”
“Help yourself, old boy. If you see any chances lying around loose, absorb them.”