We hid their clothes good and safe and then sneaked back and hid where we could watch and hear. After quite a while they came out of the water and sat down to dry off, and they talked some about the duet and how they hated to play it, and how they had to do it or get the worst licking in the world, and we ’most laughed out loud. Then they were pretty well dried and went for their clothes. Skoodles got there first and he looks at the pile and says, “Where’d we leave our clothes, Banty?”
“Right on that log,” says Banty.
“But they ain’t here.”
“They got to be.”
“They ain’t. You kin look. There ain’t nothin here but a lot of old women’s rags.”
“We left ’em somewheres.”
“I know that,” says Skoodles, “but I thought it was right here.”
So they looked all around, getting worrieder and worrieder all the time, and at last it sort of come to them that somebody had swiped their duds and left what was there in their place. Then you could have heard them holler to Jericho.
“What ’ll we do?” says Banty.
“What kin we do?” says Skoodles.