“What do you think of this, fellows?” he cried. “Buck Looker’s writing to me.”
There was a chorus of wondering exclamations.
The last paragraph caught Bob’s eye and he read it aloud:
“As for Bob Layton and those other chumps, all we’ve got to do is to stand pat. No one saw us put the stones in the snowballs, and if we just deny it, they can’t pin anything on us. They’ll have to pay for the window, and that’ll even up things for what they did to us at Mountain Pass.
“Yours,
“Buck.”
Bob was utterly dumbfounded. Then he glanced at the heading of the letter and let out a whoop.
“Oh, this is too rich!” he cried, almost choking with laughter. “This letter is directed to Carl Lutz. You know he went home two or three days ago. Buck has written two letters, one to Lutz and the other to me—probably a roast—and he’s put them in the wrong envelopes. Oh, how he’s given himself away!”
Bob’s comrades were fairly convulsed, and Jimmy grew so purple in the face that they had to slap him vigorously on the back. They had scarcely got him into a calmer frame, before he threatened to go off again, for he saw Buck Looker strolling along the road.
“Probably’s come along to see how you were bearing up under the roast,” chuckled Joe.