The Imp spoke in a whisper and on tiptoes he approached Reff Ritter. As he bent over the bully the latter sat up very suddenly.
“You let me alone!” he blustered. “Don’t you dare to daub me with your red ink!”
“Ha! so you are wideawake, just as I suspected,” cried Pepper.
“Don’t you touch me with that red ink, Pepper Ditmore!”
“Red ink?” questioned The Imp, innocently. “Who mentioned red ink?”
“You did—but you’re not going to put any on me! I’ll report you if you do!”
“You must be dreaming, Ritter. I haven’t any red ink. I just came in to see if you were awake. Do you usually snore so loudly when you aren’t asleep?”
“Humph! think you’re smart, don’t you?”
“He was shamming true enough!” cried Andy. “Boys,” he went on, addressing his friends. “I move we initiate Ritter into the mysteries of a trip on an airship.”
“Airship?” said the bully. “Who has an airship?”