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Alger, Horatio, Jr.

"Phil, The Fiddler"


"You ain't able," said Tim, who, glancing over his shoulder, saw
the approach of a policeman, and felt secure.
"I will be soon," said Dick, who also observed the approach of
the policeman. "I'd do it now, only I've got to buy some gold
for a friend of mine. Just let me know when it's perfectly
convenient to take a lickin'."
Tim shuffled off, glad to get away unharmed, and Dick turned to
Phil.
"I'll give him a lickin' the first time I catch him, when there
isn't a cop around," he said.
Phil left his friend at this point, for he saw by the clock on
Trinity spire that it was time to go back to join Paul Hoffman,
as he had agreed. I may here add that Phil's wrongs were
avenged that same evening, his friend, Dick, administered to Tim
the promised "lickin' " with such good effect that the latter
carried a black eye for a week afterwards.
CHAPTER XV
PHIL'S NEW PLANS
As the clock struck twelve Phil reached the necktie stand of his
friend, Paul Hoffman.
"Just in time," said Paul. "Are you hungry?"
"A little."
"That's right. You're going to dine with me; and I want you to
bring a good appetite with you."
"What will your mother say?" asked Phil, doubtfully.


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