CHAPTER XXV
TOM IN A GAME
"Want any help?" asked Tom, when Sid had outlined his scheme of "revenge."
"No, I guess not, until I get ready to pull the strings. Then you can give me a hand. We'll have to do it after dark, and be mighty careful not to be caught, though."
"But how are you going to get the suit?"
"I have a plan. Watch your Uncle Dudley."
Sid spent the rest of the afternoon in making up a bundle to look like one that contained two suits just from the tailor shop. Only, in place of clothes he used old newspapers. It was toward dusk when he went out with it under his arm.
"It's about time Wallops was coming back," he said to Tom. "I'll meet him in the clump of elms, where it's good and dark, and he can't tell who I am."
"Be careful," warned his roommate.
"Sure. But I know what I'm about. Revenge is sweet! Wow! Wait until you see the face of Pitchfork!"
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