“Raise the window and I’ll yell to ’em to come up,” said Bart.
“Don’t you come near this window,” commanded Alice. “You forget you’re under treatment. If you should catch cold in that hand it might be terrible! I’ll call the boys. You go back in that corner.”
Then, as Bart meekly obeyed, Alice raised the sash and called:
“Come up, boys! Bart is hurt and can’t come down!”
“They’ll think I’m in bed,” her brother objected.
A few seconds later there sounded the noise of several feet on the stairs. A moment afterward three lads hurried into the room. They had just come from school, but Bart had not attended the afternoon session.
“Hello Frank!” cried Bart. “Howdy, Stumpy? How are you, Ned?”
“What’s the matter?” asked Ned, noticing the bandage on Bart’s hand.
“Oh, hurt myself with the gun. Went off before I was ready.”
“The gun!” exclaimed Frank.