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“Are you? Did Bendix say you could
“Yes, on the dormitory team. Hockey and tennis. I don’t see why I can’t play baseball, do you?”
“N-no, but I suppose Muscles has his reason. How are you getting along at the gym?”
“All right. It’s mostly dumb-bells and wands now, though. But it’s pretty 杭州萧山夜网 good fun, isn’t it? Next week we’re going to do stunts on the bars and things like that. I think I’ve got more muscle now than I had when I came, don’t you? Look.” And Gerald pulled his sleeve up, exposing a pathetically thin arm, and brought his clinched hand up to his shoulder, watching Dan anxiously.
“Hm, yes, I believe you have,” said Dan gravely. “You keep on, Gerald, and you’ll be mightily surprised at the result. It’s wonderful what you can do in the gym. I’ve only been here about three 杭州水疗spa会所全套 months and I’ve increased my chest expansion almost two inches.”
“Really? Mr. Bendix said I was awfully flat chested, and I guess I am. I wish I had your muscles, Dan.”
“You keep on and you will have. All ready? Come on, then. Are you hungry?”
“Not very. I’m never very hungry, Dan. Even at home I don’t eat much.”
“You wait 杭州按摩店有服务吗 until you’ve been here a little longer,” laughed Dan, “and you won’t talk that way!”
After supper they went over to Dudley.
“Here he is!” cried Alf as Dan opened the door of Number 7. “What shall we do to him, Tom? Hello, Pennimore, how are you?”
“Quite well, thank you,” replied Gerald politely. Alf grinned at Dan.
“Glad you’re bringing him to be respectful,” he whispered in Dan’s ear as Gerald spoke to Tom. “Well, find seats, my worthy guests. Hello, Pennimore! What’s happened to your face? 杭州419百花网 Sort of out of drawing, isn’t it? If I didn’t know you for a peaceable citizen I’d say you’d been—er—mixing it up a bit.”
Gerald looked diffidently at Dan.
“Tell your own story,” laughed Dan.
“I—I got hit,” muttered Gerald.
“Oh!” said Alf, suppressing a grin.
“Who hit you?” asked Tom.
“A fellow named Thompson. We—we had a sort 杭州kb群 of a fight.”
“The dickens you did! What about?”
Then Gerald found courage to give an account of the incident. Tom nodded approvingly.
“You did just right,” he said. “Sorry you didn’t hurt him a bit worse. He’s a fresh kid, anyway.”
“Still,” interposed Dan, with a meaning glance at Tom, “I tell Gerald we don’t go in for scrapping here.”
“That’s right,” answered Tom. “We don’t—except when it’s necessary. When a chap says things about your parents, though, it’s necessary. Just remember that, Pennimore. Don’t you take any fellow’s dust. If he’s too big for you, just you come and tell me; understand?”
“Yes, thank you,” replied Gerald. “I—I didn’t want to fight, but there wasn’t anything else I could do, was there?”
“Not a thing!” said Tom heartily. “Oh, you may frown all you want to, Dan, but I’m right, and y