Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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down to the river and duck him, then roll him down hill in a barrel.” “Your proposal is far too radical, Mr. Murray,” said the' president. “We should plan a deeper revenge. We must formulate some good plan, and we should then let the matter rest for a few days—make Bill believe he has her all for himself. Then, when he is just least expecting it, spring our little game.” “What is the little game you are thinking of?” inquired Jimmy. “Well, don’t get excited,” replied George. “You’ll find out soon enough. All that you feilows will have to do is keep your faces shut and obey orders. Jack and I will fix up everything tonight and tell you about it tomorrow. I just wanted to see if you fellows would help us out. That’s all.” Jack and his friend sat up for several hours, completing their plans and when both were satisfied that the plan would be a success, Jack returned to his room. Bill had not yet arrived, having gone to a ten reel feature, accompanied by his, or rather, by Jack’s friend. When he did return, he found his room mate in bed and could not resist the temptation to play another trick, so taking a glass of water from the pitcher, he emptied it down Jack’s neck. The latter awoke, startled and seeing Bill seized a pillow and hurled it at his tormentor with such force that it knocked over two chairs near which Bill was standing. “That’s one more mark against you, old kid,” Jack growled, as he restored the pillow to its place and crawled under the covers. “Just you wait.” “I’m still patiently waiting,” replied Bill. For two whole weeks nothing occurred. Bill took Nellie out almost every other night, and now thot he had her all to himself for a certainty. He and hifc room mate became as good friends as ever, it seemed and they quarreled seldom. Then the day when the J. 0. K. were to play their game came. Jack was given absolute control over the club members and at seven o’clock they gathered behind the house where Bill and Jack roomed and listened to his orders. Bill was anathematizing a bioken shoe string when Jack entered. “What time are you going?” he inquired. “Oh, I’ll be there about a quarter to eight. She generally doesn’t get the dishes done till about seven thirty,” answered Bill. “Well,” continued Jack, “I was just wondering if you wouldn’t take me to the Rex on your way. There is a ten reel Doug. Fairbanks feature on tonight.” “It’s Jake with me,” replied his room mate. “Go and drive the jitney around. I’ll get this blame string fixed by that time.” Page Fifteen

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In about ten minutes the two were driving toward the theatre. It was a glorious spring evening1 and the jitney was running like a top, so Jack had little trouble in persuading Bill to go by a roundabout way. They were going along a stretch of wooded road just on the outskirts of the town when the motor suddenly stopped. They were soon engaged in searching for the cause of the trouble, and while they were testing the various parts of the engine, they were suddenly seized from behind and thrown to the ground. Bill struggled fiercely but in vain, while Jack merely lay still and grinned. Bill was soon bound, gagged and blindfolded and as soon as Bill was blindfolded, the conspirators released Jack. Bill, finding that he could not get loose, ceased struggling and implored his captors, but they only laughed. He inquired for Jack but was told that Jack was in the same fix as he was. “Take his duds,” commanded the leader of the conspirators, in a voice strangely familiar to Bill. Bill’s clothing was soon removed and one of the other boys’ suits was put on him instead. The boy who had changed clothes with Bill now started the Ford and set out for the Wilcomb home. Helen Wilcomb, who was a sister of one of the conspirators, joined him, and they were soon speeding towards the Burton home. Nellie was sitting on the porch with Bobbie im- patiently waiting for Bill. “There he is now,” shouted Bobbie, looking down the road. “There’s somebody else with him, too,” replied Nellie. “Well of all the two-faced boys,” she continued. “If he hasn’t got Helen Wilcomb and he told me he’d call for me at seven forty-five. Here I’ve beeh waiting for half an hour, and he didn’t even stop for me,” she snapped as the auto went swiftly by. The conspirator in Bill’s clothes waved at her, but she haughtily turned and marched into the house. “If I wasn’t an idiot to ever go with that big monstrosity,” she said to her sister. “Here I let Jack go because Bill told me a lot of lies about him. Of course I didn’t kno'w they were lies at the time, because Bill seemed so sure about it, but I know now; and Jack will never look at me again for the way I treated him. He was ten times as nice as Bill was. I never liked that big dummy anyway—he is so horribly polite, and all he knows is Fords and football.” In the meantime the other boy had taken Helen home again and returned to where the conspirators had Bill secured. “The second part of our plot worked fine,” reported the occupant of Bill’s suit in a whisper. “She went into the house with a look on her face like a thunder storm.” “All right, now to get Bill turned down.’ Pag Seventeen