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Rh "Nope."

"Why not? Ruth won't want to go unless you're there."

"I don't care. I'm not going. I don't feel like it."

"Oh, come on."

"Nope."

"What shall I tell her?" asked Sid, looking to see that Phil and Frank had gone on ahead.

"Nothing," and Tom began filling a lantern, this being one of his duties that week.

Sid stood regarding his chum for a moment, and then without a word, but with a suggestive shrug of his shoulders, went out.