“Yes, that’s all right and very funny and I acknowledge that Jack has nicely got the best of me,” said Billy somewhat dolefully, “but what am I going to do? I can’t go to sleep in a wet bed.”
“I have an extra set of blankets and things,” said Jack. “I saved them out for you when I fixed your little joke to work backward. Here you are and now hurry and get fixed.”
“H’m! I bet you never had a thought of Jack in that line,” said a boy of the name of Sharpe. “Did you, now?”
“Well, no, I didn’t,” said Billy, making his bed with the dry blankets and sheets. “That’s one on me. Still, no one offered me any dry things the other night.”
“Nor me, either,” said Jack. “I was to be put through the mill in fine shape, but the joke went on the wrong tack.”
“And several of us got on more tacks than one,” rejoined Arthur. “I did, at any rate.”
“It just shows you that there is little use in trying to play tricks on Jack Sheldon,” said Billy, “and I won’t be such a chump again.”
“Some one else thinks the same way,” said Jack quietly to Arthur.
“What do you mean by that, Jack?” the other boy asked.
“I’ll tell you to-morrow if you don’t hear of it in the meantime,” Jack answered, and then the lights went down as a warning that they would presently go out entirely, and the boys all made haste to get to bed.