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 in at the station, and drowned it out. Did they tackle you, son?"
demanded Jack, eagerly. "Did they? Well, I guess some! Ask Ted,"
chuckled the one addressed. "You're laughing, and that tells me you
enjoyed the circus. What did you do to poor old Ted and his cronies,
Paul?" entreated the other. "I could tell you easier what I didn't do to
'em, Jack. I gave the boys about every style of punch and jab I could
think of, and with my home-run bat too. Oh! make up your mind they're
going to be a sore lot in the morning. And if you run up against Ted,
just sniff the air for arnica. My word for it, he'll empty the bottle
to-night on his bruises." "Bully! bully! and again bully! I would have
rushed to assist you only you made me promise to keep my hands off; and
you're my superior officer, you see. Besides, I reckoned that with such
a hunky-dory bat you'd be able to give just pie, which you did, Paul."
"But the half hasn't been told yet," went on the narrator. "What! do you
mean there's a sequel to this story?" asked Jack, burning with eagerness
apparently, to hear. "I guess that's what it is. Listen. Ward was just
taking a young lady home. He chose to pass along our street, though now
he wishes he hadn't; for they arrived just when Ted and his backers
jumped out of the