"Certainly not!" said Mark.
"I suppose," said James, "you will see a little life now that you are
your own master and have plenty of money."
"I don't know exactly what you mean, James. There isn't much life to be
seen in Bridgeville."
"That is true; but still there is some. Suppose now"--by this time they
were in front of the saloon, which, besides a bar, contained a billiard
and pool table--"suppose now we go in and have a game of billiards."
"It's against the rules, isn't it?" asked Mark.
"What do you care for the rules?" said James, contemptuously.
"If the old man hears of it, we shall get into hot water."
By the "old man" Mark meant the Rev. Dr. Brush, the venerable and
respected principal of the Bridgeville Academy, but such boys as he have
very little respect for the constituted authorities.
"Why need he know it? We will slip in when no one is looking. Did you
ever play a game of billiards?"
"I never played over half a dozen games in my life."
"Yon ought to know how to play. It is a splendid game. Come in."
Mark did not make very strong opposition, and the two boys, first
looking cautiously in different directions, entered the saloon.
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