say that. Let me see," and the girlish youth dove into his books. "That's a serious question, truly!" he murmured.
"Well, I am willing to get square, too," put in Sam Day.
"So am I," grunted Shadow Hamilton. "There was no need to call me down as he did, simply be cause the cot was mussed up a bit. The question is, what's to be done?"
The boys paused and looked at each other. Then a sudden twinkle came into Dave's clear eyes.
"If we could do it, it would be great," he mur mured.
"Do what, Dave?" asked several at once.
"I don't care to say, unless I am certain we are all going to stand together."
"We are!" came in a chorus from all but Polly Vane, who was still deep in his books.
"What about you, Polly?" called out Roger.
"Me? Why—er—if a tailor's goose is a real goose, not a flatiron goose"
"Oh, drop the goose business. We are talking about getting square with Haskers. Will you stand with the crowd?"
"You see, we don't want to make gooses of ourselves," said Phil, with a wink at Polly Vane.
"I'll stand by you," said Polly. "But please don't ask me to do something ridiculous, as when
