"Yes, Kip, who wants it?" came breathlessly from one and another of the group.
It was evident they had no inkling who the prospective purchaser was.
"Mr. Carter."
"Carter—of the Echo?"
"My father?" gasped Melville, dumfounded.
"Yes, he has offered to buy us out," continued Paul steadily. "He'll give us a certain sum of money to divide between us."
"But could we sell?" asked Melville slowly.
"The thing is ours, isn't it?" replied Paul. "Haven't we planned it, built it up, and done all the work?"
"Yes," Melville admitted in a half-convinced tone.
"I suppose, in point of fact, it really is ours," remarked Donald Hall. "But it would be a rotten, low-down trick for us to sell it away from the school and from 1921, I think."