The group relaxed. “Guess that’ll fix you guys for soaking me with all that water,” muttered Sherlock Jones. “Serves you right.”
“Shut up,” said Jerry rudely. “Say, Jake, thanks. He sure did look sad when that lantern bopped him! I knew right away you did it on purpose.”
“Aw, he was picking on you,” answered Jake. “That’s all right. He got even with us, though. It’s not going to be an easy job, cleaning up this mess. Let’s get busy. Come on, pick up those blankets.”
“You’re no cripple—pick ’em up yourself!”
“Pick ’em up, you lazy loafer!”
“Who’s a loafer?”
“You are!”
“You’re another!”
“And you’re his brother!”
The Utway twins were at it again.