“I thought he might quit,” said Dick.
“He’s not the kind to quit easily. I advise you to look out for him. It’s my opinion he’s revengeful and will try to square this thing up. It won’t surprise me if you had trouble at the ball field this afternoon.”
The boys spent the rest of the afternoon lazing about on the veranda of the clubhouse or swimming in the lake. Near midday one of the rooms of the clubhouse was closed and the boys heard the rattling of crockery within that room.
This interested Tubbs at once, and he immediately pricked up his ears, while a look of expectancy came to his face.
“Something doing in there,” he piped. “Seems ter me I smell pie.”
Within thirty minutes Mr. Duncan appeared on the veranda and invited the boys to come in.
The room had again been thrown open, and the sight they beheld caused them to gasp in astonishment. A long table was covered with a snowy cloth. This table was daintily set, and the display of food upon it made their mouths water.
But by far the most agreeable spectacle was presented by six young girls in white, three on one side of the table and three on the other, who evidently were there to act as waitresses.
Brad Buckhart stopped short and caught his breath.
“Oh, say,” he muttered, “I can’t do it! I certain can’t plant myself there with them to wait on us. They are the real swell articles, and I sure feel more like making a choice and inviting one to dine with me some.”