Then the door from the well swung open, footsteps crossed the hall and Amy appeared, racket in hand.

After that there was no more chance of study, for Clint had to tell of the fracas between Penny and Dreer while Amy, stretched in the Morris chair, listened interestedly.

When Clint ended Amy whistled softly and expressively.
"Think of old Penny Durkin scrapping like that!" he said.

Then, with a smile, he added regretfully: "Wish I'd seen it! Handed him a regular knock-out, eh?
What do you know about that?
Guess I'll go in and shake hands with him!" "Dreer ?" asked Clint innocently.
"Dreer! Yah! Penny.

Someone ought to thank him on behalf of the school.
Who was the kid?
Charlie Melville ?" "I didn't hear his first name," replied Clint, nodding.
"He's a young rotter.