could be here in Gridley."
"There's Bert Dodge," whispered Prescott.
"It was hardly worth the trouble to tell me anything about him,"
retorted Holmes, not taking the trouble to look at their ancient
enemy.
"But what a scowl the fellow is wearing," smiled Dick, half in
amusement.
"Scowling is his highest pleasure in life," returned Greg.
"He looked at me," continued Dick, as though he had discovered
some new reason for hating me."
"If he knew how little thought you gave to him he wouldn't really
take the trouble to hate you. Dodge has far more reason to dislike
himself. Where are you heading now?"
"Home and to the store," replied Dick. "I just saw the postman
leaving. Come along."
As Dick and his chum entered, both his father and mother were
behind the counter.
"Dr. Davidson and his wife are in the back room," announced Mrs.
Prescott. "They would like to see you, Dick."
"Oh, your new pastor and his wife? Will you excuse me, and wait
for me a few minutes, Greg?" asked Dick.
Holmes, nodding, picked up a magazine and seated himself. It
was twenty minutes ere Dick came out from that back room. Then
the chums started out for another stroll.
"Where are you going now?" asked Greg, suddenly, realizing that
his chum was walking at an almost spurting gait.
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