I _didn't_ figure on you
getting the show I would, and I _didn't_ intend anything worse should
happen to you than has to me. Honest I didn't! I'm just about sick over
this Junior. Don't you want to go to Mr. Bruce's office--I got a key and
he won't care--don't you want to go there and rest a little, and feed up
better, before I call your father?"
"No I don't! I got enough and I know it! They must know it some time; it
might as well come at once."
"Then let's go out on the car," said Mickey.
"I guess you don't realize just how bad this is," said Junior. "You call
father, and call him quick and emphatic enough to bring him."
"All right then," said Mickey. "Here goes!"
"And put the call in nearest place you can find and hustle back," said
Junior. "I'm done with alleys, and sluggers, and robbers. Goliath couldn't
have held his own against two big men, when he was fifteen, and I guess
father won't think I'm a coward because they got away with me. But you
hurry!"
"Sure! I'll fly, and I'll get him if I can.
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