flat surface of the dial which was two feet in diameter, Frank clung to it and took it home with him.
"See you to-morrow!" called Fenn to Frank, as the latter turned off on a street that led to his uncle's house. The others went in the opposite direction.
"We'll come and take a look at the ruins by daylight," suggested Frank. "Good-night."
"Good-night," called his chums, and the girls.
"Queer sort of a relic he's got," observed Bart.
"It's just like him," Ned rejoined. "Frank's a queer chap anyhow."
"I think he's nice," remarked Alice.
"So do I," chimed in Jennie.
"Who said he wasn't?" demanded Bart. "Can't a fellow make a remark about his chum without being found fault with?"
"I don't think it's nice to say he's queer," Alice said.
"Why he admits it himself," her brother put in. "He doesn't care what we say about him. We call him queer about twice a week; don't we fellows."
"Sure," replied Ned, coming to his chum's support.
