IN WHICH WE LEARN THE SECRET CODE OF THE "TIGERS"

For over two weeks after Professor O'Reilley had gathered up his
properties and gone in quest of juvenile dimes in other neighborhoods,
John waited at the corner of the school yard for Louise, gravely added
her books to his own under his arm, and walked slowly home with her. His
roommates were at first loud in their jeers, but gradually the primitive
jests grew less and less frequent until the daily meeting became a part
of the unnoticed routine of the school.

As for his friends, Silvey, after a few caustic remarks, forbore
comment. Sid DuPree made the condescending admission that she wasn't
half-bad after all. And the "Tigers" found it a distinct addition to
their prestige to have a feminine rooter who danced around on the
sidelines and exhorted them to even greater deeds of valor as they
ground chance opponents into the cinders of the big lot.

Then it was, one Friday afternoon, that Miss Brown stacked her record
books neatly in a little pile at one corner of the desk, placed the
unmarked homework papers in one of the drawers, and made an innocent
announcement which roused thoughts lying dormant in each boy's brain to
instant life.

"Halloween is only a week from Saturday. I want each member of the class
taking part in the exercises to have the lines learned perfectly. We'll
rehearse Monday afternoon."

The rest of the speech fell on deaf ears with John. Halloween but a
short seven days away? Why, it seemed scarcely three mornings ago that
he had started on the fishing trip which nearly landed the big carp. The
gang should be a big one, this time. Silvey and Sid, the Harrison kids,
Mosher, Perry, and Red Brown were certainties, to say nothing of smaller
groups which might join on that final night. He drew three solitary
pennies from his pocket, arranged them, heads up, in a row on the top of
his desk, and stared at them until the bell rang for dismissal.

With the coins in his hand, he swung back the door of the little school
store, and hastened eagerly up to the proprietress. She greeted him with
a smile, for the episode of the lemon drops was still fresh in her
memory.

"Pea shooters in yet?" he queried anxiously.

They had arrived that very noon.

"Is there wood on the ends to keep the tin from cutting your mouth?"

She nodded. The door swung back again as Sid DuPree and Silvey stamped
noisily in. It developed that they were on a similar errand, an