action by taking out some
life insurance. When I got my policy I stopped worrying about my health.
You drop over some afternoon and let me show you how to live like a
white man and make a little money, too. There's no life like it, and I
wouldn't go back to the city if they gave me the Ritz-Carlton to live
in!"

[Illustration: Finally, Don was unceremoniously yanked up and through]

Clint responded that he and the others would like very much to visit
Cedar Ridge some day, but that just now they were all pretty busy in
the afternoons with football. That struck a responsive chord and Mr.
Brady harked back to his school and college days when he, too, had
fondled the pigskin. "I wasn't much of a player, though," he
acknowledged. "I was sort of tall and puny-looking and not very strong.
Still, I did get into my school team in my senior year and played on my
freshman team in college. The next year I had to give it up, though. I'd
like to come over some day and see you fellows play. I've always been
intending to. I haven't seen a real smashing football game for years.
That's funny, too, for I can remember the time when I used to think that
if I could get on my 'varsity eleven I'd die happy." He laughed as he
swept the searchlights around a corner. "A man's ambitions change, don't
they? Now what I want to do is to raise the champion egg producer. I'm
going to do it, too, before long."

And Clint quite believed it. Any man, he told himself, who could take
command of a situation as Mr. Brady had that evening, and who could make
enough money in the poultry business to own a three-thousand dollar
automobile was capable of anything!

When they approached the town Mr. Brady swung off to the left,
explaining that he would take the boys up to the school. There was a
moment of silence and then Clint protested weakly. "Shucks," was the
reply, "it won't take five minutes longer, and after the way you fellows
have worked tonight you don't deserve to have to walk home!"

"Well, then--then I guess you'd better let us out at the corner," said
Tim. "We'd hate to wake up the masters, Mr. Brady."

"Oh, that's it, eh?" Mr. Brady laughed loudly. "Stayed out too late,
have you?"

"I'm afraid we have, sir," said Clint. "We're supposed to be in hall
before ten and it's long after that now. If you'll let us out at the
corner of the grounds we can sort of sneak around back and maybe get in
without being seen. Faculty's beastly strict about outs