"Go and find out!"
Carl Dudder had scarcely spoken when he found himself flat on his back, with Snap on top of him. In the meantime the other boys caught hold of Dick Bush.
"We must get at the bottom of this," said Snap. "Something is wrong here, that is certain."
"It wasn't my plan," whined Dick Bush, who seemed to be more cowardly than his companion. "I—-I didn't do hardly anything."
"Well, you can't blame it on me," retorted Carl Dudder.
"Maybe it was Ham Spink's plan," suggested Whopper.
"It was."
"And what did you do?"
"Hid your stuff on you," said Dick Bush, in a low tone.
"Anything else?"