Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck

gly, after a pause. "What do y

this

on with your plan of reading Sam

t answer f

m's version of the affair. And it's reasonable to suppose that many

d Bert miserably," decl

spected it would be that way from the first, and that's why I wanted you to hear for yourself just how Sam would tell his side of the story. He makes himself out in rather a better light than you and the others shi

there came the sound of jolly laughter, mingl

er!" cried someone,

ohnson!" ad

jokes!" put in a third voice, and

-probably some of your own intimate acquaintances, if not friends. They'll sid

I guess I'll have to let things go by default.

'm glad you see it in that light, Tom. Save the class

o!" inter

e. "Football is coming on now, and you may play on the

. "I'll let the thing sl

nd Bert?" q

here'll be a day of reckoning for that bul

tted Bruce. "Now go ahead with

ll. "What do you say to a walk back to the Hall? I

agreed Tom, an

sing in the middle of the road, which was f

"Let's pull over here wher

they heard the sound of singing from the

iefly, as he recognized one of the s

iders, I guess. The fellows are gett

Tom. "You were as

l over to one side of the road, but in a sp

! Give us room!

ed Tom, for he and Bruce were on the extreme left of t

voice suddenly. "Pull

Tom felt something strike him on t

n the

hit some

ll

om. There was a screech from the brake

him down,"

right. No business to ge

ked Bruce anxiously, as

you hi

yet it was but a passing faintness. He struggled to his feet, wi

ght," Tom answered sl

"And it was on the wrong side of the road. Where'

't mean to hit him. The steering gear is stiff. I tried to t

nswer for, as the grou

ame face to