"Nothing doing," said Jimmy. "Boxing is too much like work, and it's
time to go home, anyway," and he rose to look for his hat. "Anybody
coming my way?"
"Well, if there were any more messages coming in, I'd ask Bob to let
me stay all night," said Joe. "But as it is, I suppose I might as well
go, too. Coming, Herb?"
"Yes, I suppose I'll have to."
"Not at all," put in Jimmy. "I'm sure Mrs. Layton would just love
to have you two fellows planted on her for a life time."
"Nothing doing!" declared Bob, laughing.
In a few moments three tuneful whistlers were making their way
homeward, with hearts elated at the success of their first venture
into the wide field of radio telephony.
CHAPTER XVII
THE FERBERTON PRIZE
For several days nothing of special interest happened in Clintonia.
Buck Looker made his appearance about the streets, one eye covered by
a black patch. This he explained to his cronies by telling them that
he wore the patch to keep out the sun, but even they had to take this
with a large grain of salt, as Bob's friends took pains to let the
real cause of Buck's trouble be known. Buck knew that he was not
'getting away' with his excuse, and the knowledge made him more surly
and unpleasant than before. In the course of a few days he was able
to discard the patch, but unfortunately he could not discard his mean
and revengeful nature so easily, and his mind was continually occupied
with plans to "get even.
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