"What do you suppose the folks will say when you go home in that
condition?"
"Don't care what they say. Fellow has got to learn sometime, and
if I don't have any worse thing happen to me than falling in a
ditch I ought to be pretty well satisfied. Guess I'll go back
now. Come on, go 'long with me."
Phil turned and strode along by the side of his companion until
they reached the house where Teddy lived.
"Come on in."
"I'm sorry, Teddy, but I can't. My uncle will be expecting me,
and he won't like it if I am late."
"All right; see you tomorrow if you don't come out again tonight.
We'll try some more stunts then."
"I wouldn't till after the circus, were I in your place," laughed
Phil.
"Why not!"
"Cause, if you break your neck, you won't be able to go to the
show."
"Huh!" grunted Teddy, hastily turning his back on his companion
and starting for the house.
Phil took his way home silently and thoughtfully, carrying his
precious bundle of books under an arm, his active mind planning
as to how he might employ his time to the best advantage during
the summer vacation that was now so close at hand.
A rheumatic, bent figure was standing in front of the shack where
the lad lived, glaring up the street from beneath bushy eyebrows,
noting Phil Forrest's leisurely gait disapprovingly.
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