“Christopher! If I’d known I was going to look like a Boy Scout, I’d have raised kick,” grinned Willie, when they had assembled down-stairs again. “Say, what’s-your-name!”
Tim turned, as a sharp elbow dug against his ribs.
“Well?” he asked.
“It’s about Mr. Clifton,” said Willie, in a loud whisper. “Look out for yourself. I caught him at it!”
“Caught him at what?”
“Readin’ a book on first aid to the injured. An’ he’s got a whole lot o’ others ’bout anatomy. If you ever get tossed from your mustang, maybe he’ll want to do some stunts with you.”
“Tommy’s going to be a doctor,” grinned Tim.
“Help!” murmured Willie.
“And Bob’s all for the law.”
“He’ll be all in when it comes to the exams,” snickered Willie. “Bet he fails worse——”