"Don't have any hard feelings," Frank said, when he declined the
invitation. "I'm in no mood for walking or talking. I'll feel better
tomorrow."
Then he went back to his room, to brood over his secret. He debated with
himself whether or not he ought to tell his uncle what he had seen and
heard, and ask for an explanation of the matter.
But Mr. Dent was rather a stern man, and, though he was very kind to
Frank, he did not encourage confidences. So, after thinking it all
over, Frank decided he would try, a little longer, to solve the mystery
by his own efforts. He did not want to appeal to his uncle and be met
with a refusal.
"I tell you what it is," Ned remarked, as the three chums walked away
from Frank's house. "We've got to do something to cheer Frank up."
"What would you suggest?" asked Fenn.
"Let's have some sort of fun," replied Ned. "I've got an idea!"
he exclaimed suddenly. "It will be a great joke! We'll play it on
Jim Morton."
"Jim's too lazy to play jokes on," said Fenn.
"This is going to be a lazy joke," explained Ned.
CHAPTER XII
THE LAZY RACE
As they walked along, the three chums perfected their plans for some fun
they hoped would take Frank's mind off his trouble for a while, and, at
the same time, afford amusement for themselves.
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