He included all the lads in his class, and every member of the so-called "sporting crowd."
"Are you going to invite Dutton?" asked Paul.
"Of course. I want him more than all the others. If he would drop his hard feelings we could be friends."
"After he tried to get you into trouble about your dog, and the firing of the cannon?"
"Do you think he did?"
"I'm sure of it, and so are lots of others."
"Captain Hayden can't seem to find out anything about it."
"No, because all of Button's cronies are keeping mum. But I'm sure he did it."
"Well, I'll forgive him, if he'll be friends. I got even by whipping him, I guess."
"Perhaps, though I don't believe he thinks so."
Dick received acceptances from nearly all the lads in his class, but regarding the others he heard nothing, and did not know whether they would come or not. He hoped they would—particularly Dutton and his chums.
On the afternoon of the evening on which Dick's spread was to come off, he met Button and Stiver on the campus.
"Let's see, isn't your spread to-morrow night?" asked Stiver, with studied carelessness.
"It's to-night," said Bick, pleasantly. "I hope you are both coming."
"I'll see," answered Stiver.
