The Shark was frowning slightly. “If you fellows had listened to my demonstration about the flight of the boulder, you wouldn’t have to listen now to Sam. But it’s better late than never.”
“Oh, cut the crowing!” said Step testily.
“Might as well—it’ll be the same story over again next time I try to put anything before you in black and white.”
Step turned to Sam. “I don’t like Orkney,” he said. “I never expect to like him. But I’ll promise to help set him right with the school. If there were any way to find him and bring him back, I’d jump at the chance.”
“Guess you can make that promise for the whole club!” exclaimed Poke.
“Sure!” cried the Trojan. The others nodded, a bit solemnly.
“Then we’ll consider it a definite agreement,” said Sam. “If any of us get a clue, a tip, a hint, the whole club will pull together in whatever may be done.”
Step laughed rather vaguely and glanced at the Shark.
“What are the mathematical odds against getting a clue, old Headlights? Figure ’em out for us.”
The Shark’s lip curled. “Can’t! Problem’s all unknown quantities. But you may have bull luck. It’s always coming to blooming idiots.”