“What shall we do with them?” whispered Pepper.
“We ought to duck Paxton and Mumps,” came the suggestion. “Baxter don’t need any more.”
“Let us keep them bound up,” said another. “They can look on while we are feasting.”
“That’s the talk!” cried Jack. “It will make their mouths water to look at us getting outside of the good things.”
“And let us pretend that we’re going to leave them tied up when we go away,” added Andy.
So it was arranged, and, this settled, the boys continued their swim and then dressed at their leisure.
“See here, ain’t you going to let us go?” asked Dan Baxter, after a long spell of silence.
“Of course not,” answered Jack. “We’ve decided to let you stay here until Sunday night.”
“Sunday night!” cried Mumps, in alarm. “I don’t want to stay here all night and all day tomorrow!”
“Don’t get afraid, Mumpsy dear,” came from Pepper. “There are not very many bears around these parts now.”