"Because there isn't any," retorted Pepper.
"Where will we meet?" asked Jack.
"I will ask Uncle Floyd if we can have the room in the attic for
a club room," went on Rand. "I know he will be interested in what
we are doing."
"Then we are all fixed," cried Jack.
"What shall we call it?" asked Pepper.
"Call the room?"
"Of course not," returned Pepper; "I mean the patrol."
"Better wait until it is started," advised Donald, "it's no sure
yet."
"All right, Solomon," conceded Pepper, "but if Randolph says so
it's as good as done."
"Then we will consider that settled," concluded Rand, who, as a
matter of course, assumed the leadership, as he usually did in most
things the boys undertook. "Wait a minute," he went on as they were
about to separate when they came to his house, "I will ask uncle
now."
Then a few minutes later he called from the house: "It's all right,
uncle says that we can have it."
"Hurrah!" cried Pepper.
"Three cheers for Mr. Scott!" after which the three went off,
singing "For he's a jolly good fellow.
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