Built on a mammoth plan.”
Then the fellows woke up.
“Cut it out!”
“Shut up!”
“Close your trap, you old idiot!”
“You sound like a scissor grinder!”
Kenny ceased his musical efforts and looked around in wild-eyed surprise.
“Thought you liked it,” he grinned. “You were all humming it to beat the cars.”
“Of course we were!” retorted Rudolph Rose. “Why wouldn’t we when you start us going?”
“I’d just got the beastly thing out of my head after whistling it the whole blessed morning,” grumbled Teddy Baxter, “when you had to go and begin it again.”