"'Member you didn't know about the ram
either?"
"Honest I _didn't_, Mickey," persisted Junior. "I thought steering you
into the yellow jackets was to be the first degree! Cross my heart, I
did."
Suddenly Mickey whooped. He tumbled on the grass in the fence corner and
twisted in wild laughter until he was worn out. Then he struggled up, and
held out his hand to Junior.
"If you're willing," he said, "I'll give you the grip, and the password
will be, 'Brothers!'"
CHAPTER XVIII
_Malcolm and the Hermit Thrush_
"Mr. Dovesky, I want a minute with you," said James Minturn.
"All right, Mr. Minturn, what is it?"
"You are well acquainted with Mrs. Minturn?"
"Very well indeed!" said Mr. Dovesky. "I have had the honour of working
with her in many concerts."
"And of her musical ability you are convinced?"
"Brilliant is the only word," exclaimed the Professor.
"My reason for asking is this," said Mr. Minturn: "one of our boys, the
second, Malcolm, is like his mother, and lately we discovered that he has
her gift in music.
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