d Don. "One of
us had better beat it over to his place as soon as possible and ask him
to keep mum."

"I can't go," said Tom. "I've got four recits this morning and Robey
would never let me off practice."

"I don't believe any of us will do much work this afternoon," said Tim.
"I'll go if Robey'll let me cut. I wish someone would come along,
though. It's a dickens of a trip to make alone. You come, Clint."

"I will if I can. We'll ask Robey at dinner. What shall we say to this
Brady man?"

"Just tell him what's doing and ask him to forget what we looked like if
Josh writes to him or calls him up or anything. Brady's a good old
scout, I'll bet," added Tim with conviction. "Maybe we'd better buy a
setting of eggs to get on the good side of him."

"Don't be a chump," begged Tim. "I don't call this a comedy situation,
if you do, Tim. I'd certainly hate to get on pro and have to drop
football!"

"Don't be a chump," begged Tom. "I don't say it's a comedy, but there's
no use weeping, is there? What's done is done, and we've got to make the
best of it, and a laugh never hurt anyone yet."

"Well, then, let's make the best of it," answered Tom peevishly.
"Talking doesn't do any good."

"Neither does grouching," said Tim sweetly. "You leave it all to Clint
and me, Tom. We're a swell pair of fixers. If we can get to Brady before
Josh does we're all right. And it's a safe wager Josh hasn't asked Brady
yet, for if he had he'd be on to us. There's the nine o'clock bell,
fellows, and I've got a recit. See you later. Hope for the best, Tom,
and fear the worst!"

Tim seized his books and dashed out, followed more leisurely by Clint.
Tom remained a few minutes longer and then he, too, took his departure,
still filled with forebodings. Don, left to himself, drew a chair to
the table and began to study. Truth, however, compels me to state that
what he studied was not his German, although he had a recitation coming
in forty minutes, but two sheets of buff paper torn from a scratch-pad
and filled with writing interspersed with numerals and adorned with
strange diagrams, in short, Tim's elucidation of the eight numbered
plays which up to the present comprised Brimfield's budget of tricks. It
can't be said that Don covered himself with glory in Mr. Daley's German
class that morning or that the instructor was at all satisfied, but Don
had the secret satisfaction of knowing that stored away in the back of
his brain was a very thorough