“Hush!” commanded one. “Listen!”
Bingham was heard laughing in the shed.
“’Sdeath!” panted Ready.
“’Sblood!” hissed another fellow.
“Somebody turned that water on us!”
“That’s right!” agreed Jack excitedly. “The wretch who did it is in there now!”
“He must die!” savagely howled one of the wet chaps. “I am ready to kill him with my faithful boot-jack!”
“He must suffer!” they all declared. “Who dares go in there and capture the wretch?”
“Wait,” advised Ready. “He’ll come out, and then we can pounce upon him.”
Even as he spoke, Bingham came strolling out of the shed, still shaking with laughter.