I say all the senior class contributed.
I must correct this. There was one exception, and that was Dan
Baxter.
"I haven't got anything for you or your brothers," growled the
bully when Dick spoke of the matter before the class. "Let 'em
furnish their own silver cups if they want 'em."
"All right, Baxter; I guess Sam and Tom will be just as well
satisfied if you don't chip in," had been Dick's ready answer. "I
only wanted to give everyone a chance to own an equal share in the
gift, if it was desired."
"Our football team can't play for a sour apple, Dick Rover.
They'll be whipped out of their boots."
"If I was a betting boy, I'd bet you a dollar on the result,"
answered Dick coldly.
"I'll bet you ten dollars we win!" put in Fred Garrison
impulsively.
"I'll cover that bet," sneered Baxter, and drew from his pocket a
roll of bills.
"Gracious, Baxter, where did you get that wad?" questioned several
in chorus, for the supply of pocket money among most of the pupils
was limited.
"Never mind -- I have it, and that's enough," answered Baxter, but
he lost no time in putting all of the money but the ten-dollar
bill away.
It was all Fred Garrison could do to scrape up an equal sum, and
even at that he had to borrow a dollar from Dick.
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