Then Reporter Len Spencer came along.
"What's all the excitement ?" demanded Len, ever keen for local news.

One of the boys exclaimed to him what was in the wind.
"Then you'd better hurry up with your statement, Dick," Len advised.
"There'll be a riot here soon." "Five o'clock was the time named," Prescott rejoined.
Just then the town clock began to strike.
"It's five o'clock now, Dick," called Greg.
"Yes," nodded Dick, "and I'm ready at last to redeem my promise." "He's going to tell us!" "Hurrah!" "Shut up! We want to hear." "You are all assembled here," Prescott continued, "to hear just what it was that the man on the clubhouse steps said." "Cut out the end-man explanations.

Give us the kernel!" shouted one boy.
"What the man on the clubhouse steps said," Dick went ahead, "should be a model to everyone.

It is of especial value to all who are tempted to talk too fast and then to think an hour later." "Yes, but what _did_ he say---the man on the clubhouse steps ?" howled Harry Hazelton.
"You will know, in a minute," Dick assured his hearers.

"Yet, before telling you, I want to impress upon you that, whenever you are tempted to be angry, to be harsh in judgments, or when you can think only ill of your neighbor, then you should always hark back to just what the man on the clubhouse steps said." There was a pause and silence, the latter broken by Danny Grin demanding impatiently: "Well, what did he say ?" "You see," Dick explained, "the man was all alone on the clubhouse steps." "Yes, yes." "And he wasn't exactly sociable by nature." "Go on!" "As I have explained," smiled Dick Prescott, "the man on the clubhouse steps was alone, and-----" "Get ahead faster!" "So, being alone, he just naturally said-----" "Well ?" breathed the auditors.