“Perhaps it’s just as well,” said Bob thoughtfully. “We’d have to explain anyhow how we came to fall through the roof, and of course we’d tell the truth about it. What we’ve done now is only a makeshift job, and we’ll have to get some carpenter to make a perfect thing of it at our expense. That’s the only fair thing to do.”
“Hello, up there!” came a voice from below, which they recognized as Buck Looker’s. “Who’s up there and what are you doing?”
Bob, who had come up to Joe’s side, thrust his head out of the window.
“Some of my friends and myself are here,” he answered. “We broke through the roof of the house and we’ve just been fixing it up.”
“Broke through the roof!” came in a gasp from below. “What business did you have on the roof of my house? You’re going to get into trouble for this.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” replied Bob. “We’re not worrying much about it.”
“Well, you’d better worry,” growled Buck truculently. “You come right down and get out of my house as fast as your legs can carry you or I’ll—I’ll——”
“Yes,” said Bob quietly, “go right ahead with what you were going to say, Buck Looker. You’ll do what?”
Buck hesitated, for there was a note in Bob’s voice that he did not like.
“You’ll see what I’ll do,” he blustered. “You get right out of my house.”