But Dad called me back, and so I missed you.

I heard the crowd after you, however.
Did you get caught, Tom ?" Reade's answer was something of a growl.
"What happened between you and the crowd ?" pressed Darrin, scenting some news from Reade's mysterious, half-sulky manner.
"Never you mind," Tom growled.
"Don't tell us," Dick urged.

"We can guess a few things, anyway.
You've a bruised spot over your left cheek bone that looks like the mark of a punch on the face." "Go ahead and tell us what happened, Tom," urged Greg.
Reade only scowled.
"Anyway, you must have avenged yourself," Dick smiled.

"Just look at the way the knuckles of your right hand are skinned.
You certainly hit someone hard." Tom flushed quickly as he glanced at the knuckles in question, then thrust his right hand into his pocket with an air of indifference.
"Be a good fellow and tell us the finish of the adventure," begged Darrin.
"Certainly," grinned Reade.

"The end of my adventure was-----" "Yes, yes!" pressed Greg, as Tom hesitated.
"The end of the adventure came," Tom continued maliciously, "when I turned out the gas in my little room and hopped into bed.