“Then, gentlemen,” said Wynifred, “do you admit that the shoe is now on the other foot? You cannot find your canoes. Will you pay us to find them for you?”
“That’s only fair,” admitted Dave.
“Say! how do we pay you?” demanded Ferd.
“Shall I tell them what we demand, girls?” asked Wyn.
“Go ahead!” “It’ll serve them right!” “They’ve got to do it!” were some of the exclamations from the Go-Aheads.
“Oh, let the blow fall!” groaned Dave.
“Then, gentlemen of the Busters Association, it is agreed by the ladies of the Go-Ahead Club that while we remain in camp on Green Knoll this summer, you young gentlemen shall cut and stack all the firewood we shall need!”
“Ow-ouch!” cried Ferd.
“What a cheek!” gasped Tubby, rolling his eyes.
“All the firewood you use?” repeated one of the other boys. “Why–that will be cords and cords!”