While the singing was going on, Pepper noticed Dan Baxter sneaking behind the stage, and pointed him out to Dave Kearney.
“I think he is up to mischief,” he said. “I’ve got to go on in the next dialogue. Won’t you watch him?”
“Sure I will,” answered Dave, and hurried after Baxter. He was in time to see the bully throw something on the floor, just at the places where the actors and singers made their entrances and exits.
“Grease!” murmured Dave Kearney, after getting down and feeling of the stuff with his fingers. “How mean! The boys would look fine, sprawling all over the stage.”
As soon as he had greased the floor Dan Baxter slipped back to his seat in the hall.
“Be careful,” said Dave, running around to those who were waiting to perform.
“Careful of what?” demanded several.
“Of grease on the floor. If you’re not, you’ll go sliding from one side of the stage to the other.”
“How did the grease get there?” asked Jack.
“Dan Baxter put it there—I saw him do it.”