And thank you for what assistance you may have given us, boys." As they walked along Thad vented his feelings in the matter.
"It looks as if that episode might be called closed, eh, Hugh?
The evidence is so powerfully strong that neither of the boys can put up anything like a half-way decent defense.

They're going to be sent away, and we'll not be bothered with the bunch again.

With Nick on the mourners' bench, the old town is going to be pretty orderly for a while, until some fresh spirits break loose." "Let's hope it may be a long time before Nick has a successor," said Hugh.

"This whole thing is going to be a lesson to such fellows as were inclined to run around with the street gangs, and play practical jokes nights." "I notice one thing," remarked Thad, "which is that some of those fellows who used to loaf on the street corners in summer are now coming to the club-house at the baseball park, now it's opened three nights a week.

The only trouble is they haven't got half enough magazines and games there to go around, so many visit the big room to get in out of the cold these nights." "That is going to be remedied before long," Hugh told him.