"It"s all over," sighed Tom Reade outside the gate. "Somehow, I wish that I had another year to go---or else that I"d been a little more decent to Old Dut."
"It was a good old school," sighed d.i.c.k, looking back almost regretfully. "And, by the way-----"
"Speech, d.i.c.k!" cried a dozen of the boys, crowding around him.
"Get out!" laughed Prescott. "I spoke my piece two hours ago."
Yet the boys continued to crowd about him.
"He"s going to tell us now what the man on the clubhouse steps said!" proclaimed Danny Grin hopefully.
Chapter XXII
HI HEARS SOMETHING ELEVATING
"Do you fellows really want to know what the man on the clubhouse steps said?" Prescott asked, looking about him with a tantalizing smile.
"Do we?" came in a chorus.
"Hurry up and tell us!"
"Quit your kidding," begged Tom Reade. "d.i.c.k, we"ve waited for months to have the mystery solved. Now, surely, we ought to know.
Look at these diplomas; they certify that we know everything else. So trot on the speech of the man on the clubhouse steps."
"Or look for trouble!" added Harry Hazelton warningly.
d.i.c.k appeared to hesitate. The boys around him, highly curious, thought he was debating within himself whether or not to give the desired information.
"Come, get swift," desired Spoff Henderson.
"See here, fellows, I"ll tell you what I"ll do," proposed d.i.c.k at last.
"You"ll tell us what the man on the clubhouse steps said," broke in Toby Ross.
"Yes," d.i.c.k agreed; "but you"ll have to let me do so on my own conditions and in my own way. You see this diploma?" holding it up. "I"ve been working hard for eight years to win this doc.u.ment.
Now I"m going to hurry home and put this in a place of safety.
After that I"ll put on my everyday clothes, and then I"ll meet you at the usual corner on Main Street at five o"clock. If any of you fellows really want to know, then, what the man on the clubhouse steps said, I"ll tell you."
"You won"t postpone telling us, and you won"t try to crawl out of it?" pressed Dave Darrin.
"On my honor, I won"t," d.i.c.k promised.
"On your honor, you won"t tell us what the man on the clubhouse steps said?" demanded Tom Reade suspiciously.
"On my honor, I won"t try to dodge out of it, or postpone it a minute beyond five o"clock. On my honor I"ll tell you, at five o"clock, to-day, what the man on the clubhouse steps said."
"Good!" cried many voices.
"Will many of you be there?" d.i.c.k inquired.
"We"ll all be there," declared Spoff Henderson. "But, remember, d.i.c.k Prescott, you"re in honor bound to tell us at last."
"You won"t find me dodging or up to any tricks," d.i.c.k agreed solemnly.
"Until five o"clock, then."
d.i.c.k started along. At first quite a crowd went with him, but by degrees the number decreased until only his own five immediate chums were with him.
"Say," suggested Reade suddenly, "since you"re going to make a public, show of this, d.i.c.k, you ought to let our little crowd in on a private view."
"What do you mean?" Prescott quizzed.
"You know well enough what I mean," Tom retorted. "You ought to tell our own little crowd in advance what the man on the clubhouse steps said."
"Do you really think so?" Prescott asked.
"I do," affirmed Tom.
"And so do the rest of us," a.s.serted Dave Darrin.
"Well-----" d.i.c.k paused hesitatingly.
"Come, hurry up!" begged Greg.
"It"s no more than fair to us," insisted Dan.
"On the whole," d.i.c.k continued, "I don"t believe it would be fair to the other fellows."
"You big tease!" blurted Harry Hazelton indignantly.
"No; I don"t mean to tease you," d.i.c.k rejoined, his eyes twinkling.
"But I believe in playing fair in life. Don"t you, fellows?"
"What has this to do with being fair?" demanded Tom.
"Why, just this: I promised to tell you all at five o"clock.
Now, if I were to tell a special few before that time, it would be a bit unfair!"
"Not a bit," retorted Dave. "You"ve had us dangling from the string longer than you have the rest of the crowd. Therefore, we ought to know the answer before the other fellows."
"It"s a question of conscience with me," d.i.c.k replied soberly.
"Humph!" snorted Tom. "Well, I suppose we may as well give it up, fellows. The only way we could worm it out of d.i.c.k would be to rub his nose in the dirt. And he might fight if we did.
This is where I have to leave you. So long! I"ll meet the army at five o"clock."
Smiling broadly, d.i.c.k went on his way home. He put away his diploma, next removing his best suit and laying it carefully away. Then he donned his more accustomed clothes and ran down to the store.