The members of the High School nine,
including a few substitutes, rode home in a big stage, but trolley cars
took the other Darewell boys and girls back.
On the way home the dinner was discussed in its various details, and it
was voted to have it a week from that Saturday night.
"Better not talk too much about it," suggested Bart
"Why not?" asked Stumpy.
"I've got an idea that if too much is known about it there may be
trouble."
"Trouble? What do you mean?"
"Well, you know the first-year boys have formed a sort of secret
society. They call themselves the Upside Down Club."
"What has that got to do with our dinner?"
"Nothing, maybe, and again it may have."
"Have they any grudge against us?" asked Ned.
"No, nothing special, but it's part of their game to play tricks on all
the other school societies, from the athletic teams to the debating club.
Archie Smith, a cousin of mine, belongs, and I got that much out of him
before he knew what I was after. Then he wouldn't tell me any more. So
that's why I think the Upside Down boys may make trouble for us."
"Well, if they wish to make trouble we'll give them all they want,"
put in Fenn.
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