“And rescued Frank’s father from that sanitarium,” put in Ned.
“Well, we had a pretty lively time when you slipped off to New York, and the lodging-house keeper held you a prisoner, Ned,” said Bart. “You had some romance then.”
“Not the right kind,” declared Ned. “I’d like some more fun such as we had when the King of Papricka tried to fool us.”
“Sure! When we got carried away in the captive balloon,” added Frank. “That was a time!”
“And do you remember when we fastened the ladder on the donkey’s back, the night we were going to rescue Frank’s father,” suggested Fenn? “How he ran away in the woods?”
“Yes, and how it rained,” put in Ned. “Gee, that was fierce!”
“But we had a good time,” remarked Frank. “Father can never forget how much you boys did for him.”
“It wasn’t anything!” exclaimed Ned. “Say, do you remember when they thought we blew up the school with dynamite?”
“Do I? I should guess yes,” replied Ned.
“Yes, and how Ned thought he was going to become a millionaire with that investment which made him a fugitive!” spoke Bart. “Oh, yes, we had good times then. But we don’t seem to be having them any more. It’s nothing but measly old algebra exams. that no fellow can pass. I wish—”