The High School Freshmen

I say you did! cried Fred Ripley hotly. Dick Prescott's cheeks turned a dull red as he replied quietly after swallowing a choky feeling in his throat: I have already told you that I did not do it. Then who did do the contemptible thing? insisted Ripley sneeringly. Fully forty boys representing all the different classes at the Gridley High School stood looking on at this altercation in the school grounds. Half a dozen of the girls too hovered in the background interested or curious though not venturing too close to what might turn out to be a fight in hot blood. If I knew rejoined Dick in that same quiet voice in which one older in the world's ways might have detected the danger-signal I wouldn't tell you.