"I tell you what it is," Ned remarked, as the three chums walked away from Frank's house. "We've got to do something to cheer Frank up."
"What would you suggest?" asked Fenn.
"Let's have some sort of fun," replied Ned. "I've got an idea!" he exclaimed suddenly. "It will be a great joke! We'll play it on Jim Morton."
"Jim's too lazy to play jokes on," said Fenn.
"This is going to be a lazy joke," explained Ned.
CHAPTER XII
THE LAZY RACE
As they walked along, the three chums perfected their plans for some fun they hoped would take Frank's mind off his trouble for a while, and, at the same time, afford amusement for themselves.
"Besides it will be a sort of lesson for Jim," said Ned. "He's getting worse and worse. After a bit he'll be too lazy to draw his breath, and then he'll die and it will be our fault."
"I don't see how you make that out," declared Bart.
"Why, it's our duty to prevent him from dying by providing such contests as this I am about to arrange."