"Still, I can't imagine anyone else who would have as much temptation to try to lay me up.

Tip Scammon acted as Fred Ripley's tool, last year, in trying to make me out a High School thief.

Tip was sent away, and Fred didn't have to suffer at all, because Tip wouldn't betray his employer.

But Tip must have felt sore at me many a time when he was breaking rock at the penitentiary." The two chums walked slowly back to Main Street, still talking.
"I saw you ahead of me, on the street," Dave rattled on.

"I was trying to overtake you, without calling, when that thing came whizzing by your head.