They managed to get to dining hall without being penalised for tardiness and ate like wood-choppers.
That evening they went over to Hensey and called on Jack Innes and Amy told the story of their adventures to a roomful of fellows who utterly refused to believe a word of it until Clint had subscribed to the main facts and the watch and scarfpin had been passed around.

You could scarcely have blamed them for their incredulity, either, for the story as Amy told it was wonderfully and fearfully embroidered.

It was a good story, though, a mighty good story.

Amy acknowledged that himself! "It's a wonder," jeered Tracey Black, "you didn't stay over at Wharton and help your friend the Chief capture the robbers!" "He wanted us to," replied Amy gravely, "but of course we couldn't.

We gave him some good advice, though, and told him he could call us up by 'phone if he got stuck." "Gee, I'll bet that was a big relief to him," said Steve Edwards.