You boobs had better crank up your skates and make fast time.

Guv'nor won't be at his office late to-day." "What----" began Dick.
"The guv'nor gave me a message to you fellows, and I've delivered it," cut in Fred airily, as he started to skate away.

"That's all I've got to do in the matter.

I don't care to stand here all day.

Somebody that knew me might come along and catch me talking with you." "The snob!" muttered Dave indignantly.
"What on earth can the lawyer want of us ?" pondered Greg.
"Generally, when a lawyer sends for you, it means trouble," guessed Dalzell.
"Or else some relative has died and left you a lot of money," added Harry Hazelton.
"Well, in any case," replied Dick, "we six fellows haven't the same relative, anywhere, and Fred said his father wanted to see all of us." "We haven't been doing anything--nothing wrong, anyway," declared Dan virtuously.
"We won't know the answer until we've seen Mr.Ripley," declared Dick.
"We'll have to go around there after dinner to-day." "Why not go now ?" proposed Tom Reade.