“Ker-chew!” broke in both of the sufferers.
“This is certainly queer,” said Joel Runnell, seriously. “What set you to sneezing?”
“Perhaps they tickled their noses wid straws,” suggested the irrepressible Teddy.
“I—I—ker-chew!—think there is pepper on my—ker-chew!—pillow,” spluttered Link.
Harry caught up his pillow and smelt of it.
“Sure as you—ker-chew! ker-chew!—are born,” he cried. “Now, who did this?”
He and Link looked at first one and then another of the party. All but Teddy looked perplexed. The twinkle in the Irish lad’s eyes was brighter than ever.
“Teddy Dugan, you did—ker-chew—this?” stormed Link, and made a dive for him.
“It’s snazin’ Injuns ye are now,” returned Teddy.
“Oh, I’ll fix you for this!” roared Harry, and catching up his pillow he hurled it at the Irish boy’s head. Link did the same, and down went Teddy flat on his back.