Ralph Henry Barbour

“ Roy thought he turned the pages of the magazine, but was not sure; at all events when Roy snatched it out of his hands it was opened at an article entitled “The Art of Fly-Casting.”
“What are you reading that silly rot for?” he whispered. “Come on over to the study-room and talk to us.”
But Dick shook his head calmly.
“I’m very comfortable here,” he answered. “I’m improving my mind.”
“Well, I don’t say that isn’t possible,” whispered Chub scathingly; “but you’d better be studying other things than fly-casting. Come on, Dick.” ”

“ Harry and Roy looked questioningly at Dick, who, in turn, was gazing thoughtfully at the lantern.
“Any one second that?” continued Chub.
Again silence fell. Finally Dick looked up.
“There’s no use in you folks trying to bust up the society,” he said; “because if you do I’ll organize it again.”
“What?” exclaimed Chub. “But what’s the use, Dick? We can’t do anything without the Doctor’s help, and he’s as good as told us to forget it!”
“He hasn’t forbidden us to raise the money for a new dormitory,” said Dick doggedly, “and I, for one, am going to go ahead. ”