[CHAPTER XX]
“WHO TOLD?”
For a moment Bob and Ned gazed silently at their tall chum. Then they spoke.
“Take the Boxwood picture?” gasped Ned.
“And put it on the flagpole?” added Bob.
“Why not?” asked Jerry. “Worse, or better, jokes, as you choose to call them, have been perpetrated here. It beats taking a goat up to a class room, or taking the knob off a prof’s door so he can’t get out to make you flunk.”
“But it doesn’t beat taking two of the highbrows off and making them forget to come back,” chuckled Ned.
“Maybe not,” admitted Jerry, with a smile. “That was some little trick, if I do say it myself.”
“It sure was!” agreed Bob.
“But about this picture,” went on the tall lad. “Are you going to help me get it, or not?”