“I have it. We can tie something over our faces, and over the name of the motor boat,” said Gussic.
This advice was acted on, and then two of the boys stole ashore and gathered up the heaps of wearing apparel Jack and his chums had left there. In the meantime Roy Bock got out some ropes, with which to tow away the Ajax and the Alice.
“If this won’t put them in a pickle nothing will,” said the bully of Pornell Academy. “Miles from their school and nothing to wear!”
“It’s the best joke we ever played on them,” answered Gussic.
“Hurry up, you fellows!” called Roy Bock to those who were gathering up the clothing. “Be quick!”
“Stop! stop!” yelled a voice suddenly, and from some bushes rushed Joe Nelson, a trowel in one hand and some wild plants in another. “What are you doing with that clothing? Who does it belong to?”
“Confound it, who is this chap?” muttered one of the Pornell students who had come ashore.
“I don’t know,” answered the other.
“Help!” yelled Joe. “Some fellows running off with this clothing! Cadets ahoy!” For he saw that the bundles contained Putnam Hall uniforms.
“What’s up?” called back Jack. He swam to a rock. “Well, I never!” he gasped, looking into the Cove.