“So did I,” added Baxter.
“To be sure it’s full of salt,” said Andy. “I thought you all needed it, you’re so fresh, you know.”
“Be gorry, that’s the bist joke yit,” came from Emerald Hogan, with a roar. “That’s roight, Andy, me b’y, salt ’em down.”
“I’ll salt you down, Irish!” cried Baxter, in a rage. “Just wait till I get back to the Hall.”
After this the bully and his cronies asked for nothing more to eat or drink, but they wistfully eyed the good things as the others disposed of them. The salt made them fearfully dry, and each would have given a good round sum for a glass of pure, cold water.
“Wonder if we can all get into that boat,” said Jack, after the feast had come to an end. “A row on the lake and back to the Hall would just suit me.”
“It will give us a little practice for those races,” put in Pepper. “I reckon we can manage it.”
“Are you going to steal our boat?” demanded Baxter.
“It is not your boat—it belongs to the academy,” retorted Jack. “We have as much right to it as you have.”
“Yes, but we had it first.”