I don't have anything to do with that kind of people and their friends." "I'll wish you good-day, then," broke in Badger, crisply, and moved away.

"I want to be reckoned as one of Dick Prescott's friends.

He's one of the most promising young fellows in Gridley H.S." Ripley let loose an astounded gasp.

He stood still where Badger had left him, boiling over with rage.

Had Ripley been wise, he would have chosen another time for anger.