"I believe Shadow would try to tell a story if he was going to a funeral."
"Oh, say!" burst out the former story-teller of Oak Hall. "That puts me in mind of another. Two Irishmen went to a funeral and——"
"Shut him off!"
"Put a popcorn ball in his mouth!"
"Make him apologize on the spot!"
At once the four others surrounded the would-be story-teller and pushed him from the gravel path to the green lawn. Then followed something of a wrestling match, all the lads taking part.
"Let up, will you!" panted Shadow, breaking away at last. "I won't tell any stories if you don't want to listen to 'em. But just the same, that story about the Irishmen was a good one. And that about the fellow who went to see the girl at five o'clock is a corker. You see his watch had stopped and he——"
"Jump him!"
"He can't stop, no matter how hard he tries!"
"Let's stand him on his head and make him tell it backwards!"