Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck by Allen [pseud.] Chapman
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meaning than he had yet disclosed, our hero replied:
"Go ahead; Bruce. I'm with you. Lead on to the experiment, as you call it." "Do you all agree?" inquired the older lad. "Will you let this matter rest until you hear from Tom again?" "Sure," answered Jack and Bert, and the others chorused an assent. "Then you wait until I send for you, Tom," went on the post-graduate student. "It may take a day or so to get the experiment in shape." There were murmurs of surprise as Bruce bowed himself out, and some were still rather in favor of taking summary action against Sam and Nick. But Tom said: "No, I've passed my word, and that goes. Bruce knows what he's talking about, and we'll wait and see what he has up his sleeve. If his experiment doesn't work, he'll be the first one to admit it, and then he'll say the bars are down, and we can do as we like." As he finished there came across the campus the sound of a bell ringing. "Well, I know what I'm going to do right now, and that is get ready for grub!" exclaimed Bert. "Sam and Nick can wait for all of me, but I'm hungry." Soon a merry party had gathered in the big dining room, for more students had arrived by later trains, or other conveyances, and Tom and |
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