Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III A MIDNIGHT COUNCIL WHEN Grant and Deane reached their dormitory after supper they had a feeling that things were decidedly going their way. It would not have been surprising to have had many objections raised to their somewhat immature plans, but the whole- souled manner with which they had been received left little doubt as to the probable outcome of the proposed outing. Grant was right in presuming that the boys’ parents would consent to whatever schemes seemed practical, and should the question of the
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come up for discussion, it would be very easy to convince them that if left alone the old marauder would prove as harmless as a chipmunk. He trusted sincerely, however, that the subject would not arise, and that the club would not be hampered by any foolish promises ? they seemed foolish to him then. It was good to think that his father displayed a keen interest in the project, and the boy felt instinctively that he could rely on his earnest support, if support were really needed. There was no good reason, though, why the club could not take care of itself, and he meant to propose a general subscription that would defray all expenses. Such were the soliloquies that occupied his mind while he and Deane sat by the open window enjoying the cool night air. Later on he lay awake listening to the tree-toads and to the song of a nightingale. Presently he noted the soft twanging of a guitar mingling with the chorus, and then the low voice of a student humming a college song. He thought it all very pleasant, and recalled the fact that life had seemed very bitter eight months before. Well, he had been to blame then, and since he had done what seemed the square thing, all had gone smoothly. He wondered if the Greyhound Club boys meant to spend their summ…
