CHAPTER XXII.
ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE SWIMMING POOL In the next few weeks, if Fred Ripley didn't improve greatly in popularity, he was at all events vastly quieter and more reserved in his manner.
Tip Scammon had vanished, so far as common knowledge went.

Mr.
Ripley, feeling somewhat responsible for that scamp's wrong doing, in that Fred had put him up to his first serious wrong doing, had given Scammon some money and a start in another part of the country.

That disappearance saved Scammon from a stern reckoning with Prescott's partners, who had not forgotten him.
Fred was again a well-dressed boy, also a well-mannered one.
He had very little to say, and he kept his snobbishness, if any remained, well concealed.
Dick & Co., after the scene in the lawyer's office, if not exactly cordial with the unhappy junior, at all events remembered that they had agreed to "forget." Nor were Prescott and his chums priggish enough to take great credit to themselves for their behavior.
They merely admitted among themselves that any fellow ought to have the show that was now accorded to the younger Ripley.
Baseball had gone off with an hurrah this season, though there had been an enormous amount of hard work behind all the successes.
Now, but one game remained.

Out of fourteen played, so far, only one had resulted in a tie; the others had all been victories for Gridley.
With the warm June weather commencement was looming near.

One Wednesday morning there was a long and tedious amount of practice over the singing that was to be offered at the close of the school year.
"Huh! I thought we'd never get through," snorted Prescott, as he raced out into the school yard.