“Oh, go to thunder!” growled the bully.
“Can’t I have a drink?” asked Mumps. “I’m as dry as a—a fish.”
“Sure you can have a drink—but not of soda,” said Andy. “I’ll get some water for all hands.”
He disappeared behind the bushes in the direction of a spring. Soon he came back with three glasses filled with water.
“Here’s a drink for each,” he said. “I’m not going to be too mean about this. I know what it is to go dry.”
He passed a glass to Pepper and one to Stuffer, and each of the cadets held his glass up to the mouth of a prisoner. As Baxter, Paxton, and Mumps were all dry, each drank eagerly.
“Hullo, what’s this?” spluttered Paxton.
“Bah!” came from Baxter, spitting out the water. “It’s full of salt!”
“This will make us drier than ever!” groaned Mumps.
“And I took several swallows,” growled Paxton.