Don't worry.

Young Tom Drake will never associate with any of Miller's kind again." "Whenever any of you boys want to go to sleep, just say so," urged Mr.Hartshorn, "and we'll run along." "Why, I believe we're a bit waked up, at present," smiled young Prescott, as he turned to glance at the others in the light thrown by the automobile lamps.
"I don't feel as though I needed any more sleep," laughed Tom Reade.
"If you boys are thinking of sitting up to watch against another surprise, don't bother about it," advised Mr.Hartshorn.

"You've seen the very last that you'll see of those rascals.

Men of that sort never have nerve enough to attempt a risky thing twice." "I'm going to put some wood in the stove and make coffee," Danny Grin announced.
"Can't we offer you a cup of coffee, gentlemen ?" proposed Prescott.
"And sandwiches?
We have plenty of the fixings for sandwiches." The idea prevailed to such an extent that Dalzell put on a kettle of water to boil, while Tom and Dave began to slice bread and open tinned meats.
"I'm going to sit down on the ground and be comfortable," declared one of the Fentonites, when coffee and food were passed around.
"Do you know, gentlemen," said Tom Reade, as he munched a sandwich, "I'm beginning to like Fenton next to our own town of Gridley." "Fenton isn't anywhere near as large a place as Gridley," replied one of the guests.
"No; but for its size Fenton is a lively place," Reade went on.
"There seems to be something happening here every minute." "That is when young fellows like you come along and start the ball rolling," chuckled Farmer Hartshorn.

"There has been more excitement to-night in Fenton than I can remember during the last five years.