ght," said Tim hurriedly. "Everything, Thomas! We told him
what was up and how we didn't want Josh to find out it was us who
attended Mr. Corrigan's fire party and asked him if he would please not
remember what we looked like if Josh asked him. And he said----"

"He laughed," interrupted Clint, and chuckled himself.

"That's right! He laughed a lot. 'You're a little bit late,' he said.
'Mr. Fernald called me up by telephone nearly a week ago, fellows, and
wanted to know all about it.' 'You didn't tell him?' I yelped. 'No, I
couldn't,' he said. 'You see, you hadn't told me your names, and it was
pretty dark that night and somehow or other I just couldn't seem to
recall what you looked like! Mr. Fernald sounded considerably
disappointed and like he didn't quite believe me, but that can't be
helped.' Say, fellows, I wanted to hug him! Or--or buy an egg or
something! Honest, I did! He's all right, what?"

"He's a corker!" said Tom, sighing with relief. "You don't suppose
Corrigan or any of the others there that night would remember us, do
you?"

"Not likely. Mr. Brady didn't think so, anyway."

"Then it's all to the merry!" cried Tom. "Gee, but that's a load off my
mind!"

"Off your what?" asked Tim curiously.

"It's all right if Harry Walton keeps quiet," said Don. "If he gets to
talking----"

"If he does I'll beat him up," said Tim earnestly. "But he won't. He
wouldn't be such a snip, in the first place, and he wouldn't dare to in
the second."

"N-no, I guess not," agreed Don. But his tone didn't hold much
conviction. "Only, if----"

"I'll tell you fellows one thing," announced Tom vehemently.

"Don't strain yourself," advised Tim.

"And that," continued the other, scowling at the interruption, "is that
no one gets me into any more scrapes until after the Claflin game!"

"Gee, to hear you talk," exclaimed Tim indignantly, "anyone would think
we'd tied you up with a rope and forcibly abducted you! Who's idea was
it, anyway, to go to the village that night?"

"Yours, if you want to know! I don't say I didn't go along willingly
enough, Tim. What I do say is--_never again_! Anyway," he added, "not
until football's over!"

Morgan's School, which had defeated Brimfield the year before, 6 to 3,
came and departed. Brimfield took the visitor's measure this time, and,
although she only scored one touchdown and failed to kick goal, the
contest was far less close and interesting than the score would suggest.
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