"That's nice of you," laughed Lanny. "I was

worried about what was going to happen after I'd left. Meanwhile, though, Fudge, what particular stunt are you going to do on the Track Team?"

"Weights, I guess. Perry Hull's going out for the team and he dared me to. Think I could put the shot, Dick?"

"I really don't know, Fudge. It wouldn't take you long to find out, though. You're pretty strong, aren't you?"

"I guess so," replied Fudge quite modestly. "Anyway, Felker's yelling for fellows to join and I thought there wouldn't be any harm in trying."

"'And for many other reasons,'" murmured Way. The others smiled, and Fudge, with an embarrassed and reproachful glance, hurried away to where Perry was awaiting him in the stand.

"Fellows who read other fellows' things that aren't meant for them to read are pretty low-down, I think," he ruminated. "And I'll tell him so, too, if he doesn't let up."

"Don't you love spring?" asked Perry as Fudge joined him. "It makes——"

Fudge turned upon him belligerently. "Here, don't you start that too!" he exclaimed warmly.

"Start what?" gasped Perry. "I only said——"

"I heard what you said! Cut it out!"