"Put a lot of steam into every line!" At a sign from young Holmes the drowsy chorus rolled out, punctuated by timely yawns.
Darry rolled over, yawning, too, an easy-going smile on his face.
"Greg," he charged, "I'm certain that you put the crowd up to that outrage.

When I summon up energy enough I'm going to thrash you." "All right," agreed Greg, "I'll take boxing lessons within a year or two, so as to be prepared for you." "I wish this were to-morrow afternoon," grumbled Harry Hazelton.
"I'm glad it's to-day," sighed Dave easily.
"But to-morrow will be Monday, and we can play baseball." "And just because to-morrow will be Monday," retorted Dave, "Old Dut will expect us to bring in those fifteen examples in insurance." "We'll be all past that, by afternoon," Dan broke in.

"Then, as soon as the bell rings to dismiss school, we'll all pile outside and have a ripping practice on the diamond." "Yes; we'll have to get a lot of practice," Dick assented.

"Otherwise, you know, the North Grammar will just wipe up the field with us Wednesday afternoon." "The North Grammar!" sniffed Greg scornfully.

"Hi Martin's crowd?
Huh!" "Those North Grammar boys have been practising," Dick insisted.
"Hard work is what tells in athletics." "Well, hang it, didn't you keep us running all through the spring ?" demanded Dalzell.