The Chums of Scranton High - Hugh Morgan's Uphill Fight by Donald Ferguson
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how pleased he felt to know me. Yes, he acted as if he would like to
see me again; in fact, he asked me to come in some time, and visit Owen in his den, for the boy often seemed lonely, he told me." "Poor Owen! let's hope this will all come out right in the end, then," Hugh finally said, as though his own mind was made up not to allow the latest discovery to influence him against the Dugdale boy. "But we've got to admit," added the other, seriously, "that it adds to the tangle a heap, and makes it look worse than before. However, I'll try and learn a thing or two. Give me a little, time to get my slow wits working, Hugh; and I may have more news for you. All the same, it wouldn't surprise me if you took a spurt and came in across the line ahead of me." "Whatever makes you say that?" demanded Hugh. "Oh! I know you so well, that's all," laughed his chum, giving him a nudge in the side with his elbow. "I wager the chances are ten to one you're beginning to turn over a little scheme in your mind right now. How about that, Hugh?" "If I am," retorted the other, "I don't intend telling you the first thing about it until there's some solid foundation for the theory to rest on." "Same here," chuckled Thad, with a wink that had a deal of significance about it, Hugh could see. "Mebbe I've got a whiff of an idea myself that might turn out worth while; but wild horses couldn't drag a hint of the same from me so early in the game. So we're quits on that |
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