“Supposing we are invited there?”
“You can plead a previous engagement.”
“I’ll not do it,” said Andy.
“Nor I,” came from Jack and Pepper.
“To the lake with them!”
In spite of their resistance, our three friends were hurried through the woods, to a point where there was a small cove of the lake. Here a bent tree overhung the water and here were several ropes.
“We’ll tie them by the hands and feet and then duck them good,” said Roy Bock.
“We must escape!” whispered Jack to his friends. “When I give the word cut for it, and cut lively.”
“All right,” they answered.
“I’d rather be ducked than make any promises,” said Jack, loudly. “But I want to tell you fellows something. We have friends, and some day we’ll get square. The people—Gracious sakes alive! What is that, fellows? Look, it’s coming this way! It must be a mad bull!”