Nobody came to climb the ladder, and it did have such a forsaken look.
Nobody troubled the sheet, or the closet, or the various relics strewn
about.

Alas! alas!

The club was in splinters!




CHAPTER XII.

THE CLUB MENDED.


"Then the club is all broken up?"

"Yes," said Charlie, mournfully.

"How did it happen?"

"You see, Will"--every body called the apothecary's clerk Will--"we had a
school and Sid kept it, and he licked the fellers, and they couldn't stand
it."

"I see."

"But I think Sid wanted to make up."