They caught Carey just as he was starting to fish. It was a favorite amusement with the Pornell Academy student and he took every available opportunity to indulge in it.
“Hello, Carey!” sang out the young major, as he brought the sloop around and told his chum to drop the mainsail.
“Hello yourself,” returned the other youth, not particularly pleased over the meeting.
“How is everything at Pornell Academy?” questioned Pepper.
“Guess you fellows know well enough. Did a big thing, didn’t you, to steal all our trophies?”
“Are your trophies gone?” asked the Imp, innocently.
“Sure they are—and you fellows know it. You cleaned us out nicely I must say.”
“I am very, very sorry, Carey,” and Pepper grinned.
“You look it.”
“The trophies, eh?” said Jack. “When did Pornell ever win any trophies?”